in front of the other women. She blamed it on already being angry, but knew that was no excuse.
If she wanted to keep Linc and Colm unaware of exactly what she was to them, she needed to keep herself under control. She couldn’t expect the women not to talk about what they’d witnessed. When they did, it would eventually get back to Colm and Linc.
“What did you come in here for?” The chatar asked as he moved over to the table.
“A cup of dorin, for the most part.” Cami shrugged. It appeared the second part of her goal wasn’t going to happen, at least not immediately. Maybe they’d get over their anger at her taking what they considered their place soon enough when they realized she didn’t intend to take it.
The chatar walked over to the large hearth and pulled a kettle off the hook. He poured two mugs of the dark brew and handed her one. “It’s some of the best you’ll ever taste.”
“Thank you.” Cami brought the steaming drink to her lips and took a small sip. It was stronger and richer than she’d had it before. She wondered what they did differently to make it taste that delicious. “It’s good.”
The clearing of a throat brought Cami’s head around to the women again. She found the redhead staring at her.
“Did they tell you about me or the other women here? Is that how you know they were with me?” Her voice was hesitant and a blush colored her cheeks.
“No.” Cami didn’t elaborate on the curt answer.
“We didn’t need to. She apparently knows a lot about us.” Colm’s deep voice rumbled just behind her. “Those visions that led you to us were much more specific than you want us to believe, weren’t they?”
Didn’t anyone in this place say “hello” when they entered a room? Not to mention make a sound when they opened a door or stepped on the floor. She was getting tired of people sneaking up behind her and not only because they seemed to come at the very worst time. Although she had to admit, that was annoying and a huge part of it.
She shot him a narrow-eyed look, but didn’t bother to say a word. He could speculate all he wanted. He didn’t have any proof of that. Walking in on the tail end of a conversation wouldn’t be enough. He didn’t know the specifics of what had come before. She could have gotten enough from what they said and their attitudes to come to her conclusions.
“We were looking for you. Actually, I didn’t expect you to be awake yet.” Colm came into the kitchen, walked around her and leaned a hip against the table as he watched her.
“I usually wake up early,”she admitted. On the journey here, they’d always been up and busy before she’d woken, so it had been a little strange to her.
“Colm, is she down there?” Linc’s voice carried into the room. It was surprising since that door was rather thick.
Colm pushed open the door. “She’s in the kitchen.”
“Where did you think I went? Laed and Kynar haven’t been stopped yet. I’m not going anywhere.” Her brows drew down. She could feel the anger rising in her.
“We didn’t think you’d tried to leave. Not in the sense that you were running for the travel-gate. We thought you might have decided to go running on your own.” Colm shrugged as if it was nothing to worry about at all.
Her jaw tightened and she felt her teeth grind. Magic began to rise inside of her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to find a place of calm inside of her. She couldn’t let it get out of control. The last thing she wanted was to grab one of their hands and give them some of the power when they were the ones who’d caused it.
When the deep breaths and concentration had taken the power down to a more manageable level, she focused on Colm and saw Linc walk into the room. The kitchen was getting a little crowded. “What would be so bad about that?”
“I believe Linc’s mentioned something about how I like to get my way.” Colm’s eyes swept over her in a heated pass. “You going off on your own wasn’t the plan.”
She could almost feel that look as it ran down her body and then upward again. Lifting her chin, she tapped her foot. “The plan as I understood it was for me to see the