Chương 3: Chapter 3

“And here I thought you were looking for me.” The shade—more defined now, slim and sharply outlined in watercolor hues, propped a shoulder against a tree-trunk. Grinned. Got far more insouciant than anyone that diaphanous had a right to be. He had a faintly Irish accent, in the way of someone who’d worked hard to shed it and sound like a gentleman. “You really should go home. Phantom highwaymen are depressingly single-minded.”

“Um,” Ethan said, and then, because he wasa Knight of Eldorado and possessor of a doctoral degree from Harvard, and not at allthinking about being barefoot in a stream and the distance to his sword and how that inhuman smile caught his attention like a fish scooped into a net, “…wait, you can talk?”