As she went to her room, gnawing on the bread, she considered how much they could really share with any of the servants anymore. It seemed that Blackthorne's reach extended even into the Keep, though surely not too far. The Cameron's treated their people much too well for there to be a large contingent of traitors. Surely Muiríol could be trusted and most of the people who'd been here the longest. The more recent additions to the household would need to be treated with suspicion until they'd proven themselves. She decided she would pack mostly riding and fencing clothes, and only a few dresses as she intended to work as...