“Are you in love with Blackwood?” Aedan asked. The words jolted through Vice like gunshots. “What?” In spite of the warm mud and rum-fire in her belly, a chill prickled its way down her spine. Silence consumed the clearing. Knigh stared at a point on the mud-pool’s surface a foot away from his chest, face still, eyebrows raised. Vice laughed, shaking her head. “What—that’s… ridiculous.” “Ridiculous, huh?” Aedan’s chin lifted. “The way you reacted earlier when you thought he’d fallen and died—”
