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“What are you doing?”
“We need food. I’m going to get us some.”
“It’s raining. The animals are no different from us. They seek shelter in a rainstorm.”
“We will see.” He laughed and struggled into his wet shirt. He walked over to her and rested his hand on the back of her neck. “Keep warm, rest, and I will return soon.”
She didn’t know why she asked, “Promise?”
His eyes darkened to a deeper shade of blue, and he frowned, as if her words upset him. “You are my wife. I will not leave you.”
The thought slammed into her hard, and she gasped just as he settled his mouth on hers. She had no chance to enjoy it, the sense that one day he would walk away from her so overwhelmed her that it twisted in her stomach like a sharp dagger.
“Good, I leave you breathless for now,” he said with a grin. He gave her another kiss though it was quick. “Rest, so you will be ready to feast.”
When the door shut behind him, Bliss dropped down on the nearest chair. What she sensed had changed things for her. How could she lose her heart to him if in the end he walked away? She was relieved she had sensed this early on, for now she could protect her heart.
She shook her head. How would she do that if they were destined to make love? Her knowing, her visions, they all confused her, and she wished she hadn’t seen anything. She wished that fate had simply placed her hand on them and guided without showing her anything. For once, it would be nice to live as others did, not knowing what life would bring but embracing all it had to offer.
Bliss heard the lift of the latch and was surprised that Trey had returned so soon. The door sprung wide open, and so did her eyes.
“A fire and a woman to keep me warm.”
Bliss didn’t need her skills to tell her that she was in trouble. The man who kicked the door shut behind him had made his intentions clear with his words, but his leering look alone would have told her the same.
The rain had done little to wash the stench off him, he and his garments in need of a good washing. Grime stuck to his knotted, long hair and craggy face even though it was obvious from his dripping garments that he had walked a good distance in the rain. It had done little to wash away the filth. Dirt caked thick beneath his nails, but the worst thing was his size. He was big and wide and much too strong to defend against.
The only weapon she possessed was her knowing, which would have warned her of his approach if she had not allowed herself to get lost in her worries over Trey.
Stop, you need to concentrate. She was grateful for the silent warning and paid heed to it.
Her hand flew up when he took his first step. “I am a seer and was expecting you—”
She paused and waited, for a moment worried that she had not cleared her muddled thoughts fast enough, but her knowing did not fail her. “William of Longee.”
He stopped dead. This time it was his turn for his eyes to grow wide.
His fear washed over her like a rushing wave, and she shivered at the unexpected force. Many believed seers were witches and, therefore, feared them, though they sought their powers, and not always for good reason. William obviously feared seers, and that could prove advantageous or deadly.
When his hand pulled a dirk from a sheath at his waist, Bliss worried that it was the latter.
T rey was soaked and annoyed. Bliss had been right, the animals had sought shelter from the storm, and there was not a single one about. He wondered if there was ever a time she wasn’t right. And would it do him good to pay heed to her words more often?
He had been about to give up and return to the cottage when he had come upon a stream, and the heavens had taken pity on him and seen to it that he caught a fish. It would feed him well enough, but he needed another for Bliss. The heavens must not have agreed with him, for now he was having trouble catching another.
With the rain continuing to soak him through,
“What are you doing?”
“We need food. I’m going to get us some.”
“It’s raining. The animals are no different from us. They seek shelter in a rainstorm.”
“We will see.” He laughed and struggled into his wet shirt. He walked over to her and rested his hand on the back of her neck. “Keep warm, rest, and I will return soon.”
She didn’t know why she asked, “Promise?”
His eyes darkened to a deeper shade of blue, and he frowned, as if her words upset him. “You are my wife. I will not leave you.”
The thought slammed into her hard, and she gasped just as he settled his mouth on hers. She had no chance to enjoy it, the sense that one day he would walk away from her so overwhelmed her that it twisted in her stomach like a sharp dagger.
“Good, I leave you breathless for now,” he said with a grin. He gave her another kiss though it was quick. “Rest, so you will be ready to feast.”
When the door shut behind him, Bliss dropped down on the nearest chair. What she sensed had changed things for her. How could she lose her heart to him if in the end he walked away? She was relieved she had sensed this early on, for now she could protect her heart.
She shook her head. How would she do that if they were destined to make love? Her knowing, her visions, they all confused her, and she wished she hadn’t seen anything. She wished that fate had simply placed her hand on them and guided without showing her anything. For once, it would be nice to live as others did, not knowing what life would bring but embracing all it had to offer.
Bliss heard the lift of the latch and was surprised that Trey had returned so soon. The door sprung wide open, and so did her eyes.
“A fire and a woman to keep me warm.”
Bliss didn’t need her skills to tell her that she was in trouble. The man who kicked the door shut behind him had made his intentions clear with his words, but his leering look alone would have told her the same.
The rain had done little to wash the stench off him, he and his garments in need of a good washing. Grime stuck to his knotted, long hair and craggy face even though it was obvious from his dripping garments that he had walked a good distance in the rain. It had done little to wash away the filth. Dirt caked thick beneath his nails, but the worst thing was his size. He was big and wide and much too strong to defend against.
The only weapon she possessed was her knowing, which would have warned her of his approach if she had not allowed herself to get lost in her worries over Trey.
Stop, you need to concentrate. She was grateful for the silent warning and paid heed to it.
Her hand flew up when he took his first step. “I am a seer and was expecting you—”
She paused and waited, for a moment worried that she had not cleared her muddled thoughts fast enough, but her knowing did not fail her. “William of Longee.”
He stopped dead. This time it was his turn for his eyes to grow wide.
His fear washed over her like a rushing wave, and she shivered at the unexpected force. Many believed seers were witches and, therefore, feared them, though they sought their powers, and not always for good reason. William obviously feared seers, and that could prove advantageous or deadly.
When his hand pulled a dirk from a sheath at his waist, Bliss worried that it was the latter.
T rey was soaked and annoyed. Bliss had been right, the animals had sought shelter from the storm, and there was not a single one about. He wondered if there was ever a time she wasn’t right. And would it do him good to pay heed to her words more often?
He had been about to give up and return to the cottage when he had come upon a stream, and the heavens had taken pity on him and seen to it that he caught a fish. It would feed him well enough, but he needed another for Bliss. The heavens must not have agreed with him, for now he was having trouble catching another.
With the rain continuing to soak him through,
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