Killian pulled his horse to a stop directly in front of us, the stallion's hooves kicking up small clouds of dust. His eyes immediately locked onto Agnes.
Then to me.
Back to Agnes, lingering this time.
A slow, unpleasant smile spread across his face.
"Where do you think you're going, maid?"
I stepped forward slightly.
"I bought her contract from His Grace. So it's obvious where she's going, with me."
Killian's eyes narrowed dangerously, the smile vanishing like it had never existed. He leaned forward in his saddle, looking down at me with barely concealed hostility that seemed to radiate from him in waves.
"And who the hell are you?" Each word was clipped, sharp. "Some merchant's son playing at nobility?"
I met his gaze steadily, keeping my posture straight.
"Jin Raith."
He blinked.
For a moment, genuine confusion crossed his face. Then his eyes widened slightly in recognition.
"Oh," he said slowly. "You're Cassandra's brother, huh?"
I nodded curtly. "Yeah. I am."
