“Thank you.” Summer accepted the food, and then the flask, taking a small swallow before passing it back. After a few bites, she asked, “Where are we going, my l—Sir Isaac?”
Taking a swig and grimacing at the taste, Isaac set the flask down between them and took a hearty bite of his bread. After chewing and swallowing, he exhaled a deep sigh and visibly hesitated, “I’m not sure. I wanted to take you back to the Hales, to live there but…Sir Kit knows my land and he would bring the soldiers there to find you. I couldn’t do that to them after everything that they have done for me.”
“Sir Kit is a coward,” she asserted. “And he won’t be able to fight any more; you crippled his sword hand. I think it will be some time before he pursues you.” She sighed. “Lord Argent has been looking for a way to attack the Hale lands my entire life. The mere fact that you maimed his son will be all the reason he needs.” She picked at the bread a little more. “Do you not have your own lands, held of the Hale prince?”