“All right, Iris. You’ll stay here until Fingal returns.”
Nora gestured for Riona to enter the spare room, where Riona had spent mere hours lying awake the previous night. It was modestly appointed. A single bed by the heavily curtained window. Only a sliver of the afternoon sun shone through. The floor was dusty and showed her footprints from earlier. Besides her, no one had slept in this room for a long time.
Riona stepped inside. Nora stood at the entrance. No matter that she was a head and a half shorter than Riona. She was a formidable guard.
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Nora said, more to herself than to Riona. “I don’t want to be this person. You have forced my hand.”