Carrick's eyes snapped up when the lights went out. He crossed to the window again, wondering if a wire had come down in the storm, but it was impossible for even him to see.
Moving easily through the dark, he crossed to a bureau and took out a handful of candles. He may have been comfortable in darkness but certain of his guests probably wouldn't, not to mention his own slaves. Carrick fitted three candles into a holder. "I'm going to check on my slaves," he said shortly. There was a covered walkway that led from the main house to the building where the majority of his servants were housed. "And I can't leave my business partner upstairs in the dark."
He shot a hard look at Noctis where he lay on the hearth then glanced at Russ. "And do something to curb that boy's tongue. My patience is not inexhaustible, Russell."