"Who says I'm not after it?"

"How are you going to pursue it?" I looked at Lyon, somewhat doubtful. If he required funds, I had just sold that house in Karlinan, so I should be able to cope. I only hoped he would not need too much of it.

His face, to Lyon, was that of a scared rabbit, and it gave him a pang of sympathy. His frown was involuntary. "Do you always look at men like that?"

I lowered my head. Weren't we talking about his wound? What did my gaze have to do with anything?

Before I could come up with a response, Lyon continued. "You said...