She was lying. Ghost could sense it. The old bitch had the audacity to lie to his face. She probably knew of everything that happened to Rickon and took great joy in it, but did not dare to speak it out loud. The simmering anger underneath made its presence known again. Rising desire to grab Barbrey by the throat and squeeze the life out of her bubbled in his gut, but was ruthlessly suppressed. He could be petty and cruel, but it would be in his best interest for her to die in her sleep.