Once the three were alone, Emily blurted out. “The wind-goddess sent me a dream of your death. I came to save you.”
Stefan laughed suddenly, the sound bursting out. Luke joined in the laughter leaving Emily to glance uncertainly from one man to the other. Stefan wiped tears from his eyes, still shaking and said, “I’m sorry. It’s just the week we’ve been having and here a girl like you comes into an inn full of rough men alone and says something like that…”
Emily regarded Luke and Stefan silently, her face a calm reflection. Beneath the calm exterior, she wondered what she could say to convince them.
Stilled by Emily’s silence, Stefan said, “You’re here to save our lives?”
“Just yours. I dream true dreams.” Emily’s expression softened as she remembered the vision of the man who sat before her, empty eyes staring toward the darkening sky while blood seeped into the mortar between two stones.