Forget Me When the Sun Goes Down (Forged Bloodlines Book 11) by Lisa Olsen Page B

But we all know he likes to say things to mess with people.”
    “Somebody ought to teach him a lesson on keeping his tongue in his head.”
    It was a little weird to do this with Bishop in the room, but I understood his reasons for being there.  I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say.  “I’m sorry if I upset you, but I don’t have any answers for my behavior.  All I can say is I’m sorry.”
    “No, it’s my fault for flying off the handle like that,” Rob replied, picking up my hands in a gentle hold.  “I’m sorry if I scared you.”
    “I wasn’t scared.  I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
    He seemed pleased to hear that.  “Right then, I suggest we leave it alone until we learn more about the big picture, yeah?  I promise to behave as long as that ponce leaves me alone.”
    “Sounds like a plan to me.  Oh, Joe’s chili, I almost forgot,” I murmured, grabbing a napkin to go with it.  Before I left the kitchen, I turned and mouthed a silent thanks to Bishop.
    “Any time,” he mouthed back at me. 

Chapter Ten
     
    Carys was bored. 
    And no one was paying her nearly enough attention. 
    For half an instant, she’d been intrigued by the idea that she’d spent time in the arms of both Aubrey and the handsome Viking, but it was Ulrik she was promised to, and he was far too concerned with playing mediator for her tastes. 
    What difference did it make if Rob and Aubrey tore themselves to shreds over Anja?  That was their affair.  What did Ulrik have to go running off to keep the peace for?  Why wasn’t he more accommodating to her needs? 
    Feeling sickened as Joe shoveled food into his mouth, she’d wanted to spend some time alone with her beau, but he hadn’t been interested.  Did he no longer find her attractive?  Smoothing her hands over her dress, she caught her reflection in the glass over the shuttered windows.  Lord, was that her hair?  She looked like she’d been rolling around in bed without anything fun to show for it.  Perhaps it was time to freshen up.
    “I require a hot bath,” she said to Ulrik – no, Bishop, he wanted her to call him that ridiculous name.
    “Good luck with that, the power’s out,” came his reply.
    “There is a fire,” she pointed out.
    “Then I guess you’d better start heating water.”
    “I would fetch you hot water, älskling ,” Joe offered.  “Already I am greatly restored from my meal.”
    “How sweet of you, minn hjärta ,” she purred, trying to make Bishop jealous, but he wasn’t even paying attention, his nose pressed into one of the books of magic they’d found.  “I might even be willing to share that water,” Carys added with an arch smile that Joseph returned.  At least he wanted her. 
    “Then I shall be your humble servant,” Joe grinned, standing quickly.  Too quickly, as he immediately lost his balance, nearly striking his head on the fireplace mantle. 
    “Have a care, you have not rested long enough,” she chastened him, catching hold of his arm to keep him up.  For such a strapping man, he certainly seemed frail.  Perhaps he’d been ill? 
    “I do not like this weakness of body,” he frowned, sitting heavily by the hearth. 
    “I’m sure it’s temporary,” she assured him.  “Can I get you anything?”
    “Perhaps a drink, my angel,” he nodded, patting her arm.  “I am quite thirsty.”
    “I’ll get it, I’m thirsty myself,” Anja offered, and Carys shot her a flat, unfriendly look.  Always seeking to be the center of attention, Anja irritated her to no end.  Twice she’d caught Bishop staring at the girl, and when caught, she’d recognized the flash of guilt over his features.  Carys wanted to tear out her rival’s golden mane hair by hair.
    Carys grabbed hold of Anja’s shoulder, fingers digging deep as she sought to bring her to her knees.  She tasted triumph, the battle was won!  And then searing pain as the conniving bitch stabbed her through the foot