any of them, meaning that he could seven of the buggers, with each one being named the days of the fucking week! Gods alive, am I getting a drink or what!?” I was getting louder towards the end and looking around to see if anything alcoholic was coming my way as I think it was getting more obvious by the second that I needed it!
I felt my hand being taken in a large calloused one and looked back at Trice to see a soft comfort in his eyes.
“He should hae trusted ye, Lass.” I gave him a warm expression in return knowing that I couldn’t trust myself to say the right thing in that moment. So instead, I focused on what I could say, which was back to the point I was trying to make before my rant,
“All I know, is that the man that Lucius put in charge when he isn't ruling in Hell, is not who I saw as being the traitor.” After I said this, all three brothers looked at each other, as if they were having their own secret conversation about it and it wasn’t something they wanted me to know about. Great, just what I needed, more secrets. But then again, it wasn’t as though it was with Lucius, because these guys didn’t owe me anything.
“How come did ye nae tell us aboot him?” Trice asked making me frown,
“I've only just seen him myself and didn’t have the chance to…” The shake of his head cut me off before his words told me why,
“I dinnae mean th' brother.”
“You mean why didn’t I tell you about Lucius?” I confirmed what I think he meant with that question, tensing my shoulders when realising that the time had come. Because, since that day down in the prison, this had been the real first opportunity that Trice and I had the time to talk about this. Of course, there had been when they had foolishly kidnapped me, believing they were saving me from a tyrant King. But even then, it wasn’t as if that had been a good time to discuss my boyfriend, or more to the point that I had hid his identity.
“Yeah, because I hae tae point oot 'ere lass, that would hae bin a helpful piece of information whin we were walking yer ass across Hell tae tak' ye back tae him,” Vern said nodding a head my way and pointing a finger at me from where he gripped his tankard of ale.
“That may be true, but in my defence, I didn't know the King was… well, him… meaning that I didn’t know it was my boyfriend you were taking me back to,” I said pointing out this fact and once again folding my arms.
“I tak' it wee things lik' that dinnae usually come up in conversation in yer relationship,” Trice remarked before finishing off his own tankard of ale, and seeing as that comforting side to him was clearly gone, I gave him an evil glare. I was about to open my mouth to give him what for, when a barmaid swaggered over to the table with two tankards in each hand. She slammed them on the table, making whatever filled them splash over the sides and seep through the joints in the panels of wood that made up the tops of the tables.
“Cheers, darlin', be a sweet ass 'n' put it oan oor tab,” Vern said, adding what was no doubt considered by most as a charming wink. However, right now this barmaid was having none of it.
“My boss says that if your tab gets any higher it will be enough to buy this place,” she said with a hand on her hip in a universally known stance as ‘Pissed off’.’
“Here… gie him this,” Trice said after producing another bag of coin and tossing it up in the air for her to catch. I was tempted to ask just how many purses of coin he had on his person but refrained, as let’s just say that the barmaid wasn’t the only one who looked pissed off.
However, this didn’t stop me from saying anything, and I let my feelings be known the moment the barmaid left the table and was no longer in ear shot. Because even though I still felt slightly betrayed by Lucius keeping his brother from me, it didn’t mean I was ready to hear other people making judgements on our relationship. So, call it bitchy or having double standards, I didn’t