"You're staring at the back of Lord Owain's head," Wes said quietly from beside him. His tone was light and conversational, but there was nothing casual about the look in his eyes. "If he notices, he'll think you're plotting something."
"I'm staring at everyone's head," Erling said with a helpless shrug. It was true enough, but it was also true that he'd been staring at Bors Lothian's son while wondering how the soon-to-be Marquis would fill his father's shoes.
"It's one of the few advantages of riding at the back," Erling continued, as though he was just making conversation while they rode. "You get to see everyone, and no one bothers to look at you."
