Chapter 42

Carefully balancing the two trays, Elowyn stopped in front of Alaric’s room. She set one of the trays on the floor in front of his door and then carried the other to Rosamund’s door. She knocked lightly. When there was no reply, she opened the door and stepped into the room.

It was early evening. The Lycans had returned from hunting early this morning and had immediately gone to bed. Mrs. Everleigh had sent her with trays of food and drink for when they woke.

“Make sure you build their fires up.” She glared at Elowyn. “They’ll have let them burn down while they slept, and we don’t want lord Alaric’s houseguests uncomfortable.”

She poked Elowyn in the back. “And if Lady Rosamund wakes and wants anything—a bath drawn, more food—make sure you get it for her. I don’t want to hear any complaints about you.”

Now, Elowyn set the tray down on the small table in the room and quickly built up the fire. Mrs. Everleigh had been right—the fire was only a few embers.