Larry’s Defiance
A clamour arose from all the chambers; stilled in an instant by a motion of Yolara’s hand. She stood silent, regarding O’Keefe with something other now than blind wrath; something half regretful, half beseeching. But the Irishman’s control was gone.
“Yolara,”—his voice shook with rage, and he threw caution to the wind—“now hear me . I go where I will and when I will. Here shall we stay until the time she named is come. And then we follow her, whether you will or not. And if any should have thought to stop us—tell them of that flame that shattered the vase,” he added grimly.
The wistfulness died out of her eyes, leaving them cold. But no answer made she to him.