Will set his mouth in a hard line. He was trying to get this, but Rob was making it difficult. "If you don't know what happened, then why are you jumping to—" He bit off the words, shook his head. Tried a rephrase. "Traitor is a bold accusation, Rob. Especially if you don't got all the facts straight."
And the facts, from where Will sat, were beginning to look slippery. A bloodhound on her back for years, Robin had said. Maybe it was just a turn of phrase, but it set him uncomfortably on edge. How long had Gisborne been pursuing Marian? What had he been doing to her? And why hadn't Will twigged to it?