“You sound like Nev,” she teased, and added when he shook his head, “Mearzt’s brother. He’s always going on about conspiracy theories.” She thought about her time with him before the dinner earlier. “He says Father Gheraeld is up to something.”
“Ayn,” her dad turned to her and took her hands. “Do you think I would have agreed to work with the Counsel if I thought he was up to no good?”
She shook her head slowly. “No, but—”
“But what?” he asked gently.
She didn’t know how to answer. Something felt “off,” but she couldn’t say what. And she really didn’t want to add to her dad’s stress level. He just got more forgetful when that happened, and that might mean Lettie would be around more, making sure he got things done. No, she’d call Mearzt tomorrow. She’d know how to get her mind off of all of this. “Nothing. Forget it. I’m just tired,” she said, and gave a big yawn.
Her dad put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head as she rested it on his shoulder. “Everything’s going to be all right,” he said softly.
“I know, Dad,” she said, closing her eyes.
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