The king had kept true to his word; they were all staying in Tarvis until the Province was back in order, but the work was back-breaking. King Nathal himself was directing most of it, despite her uncle’s protests. The king was trying to help the duke by insisting he rest, ...
Harder than she had when she’d fled Xander on the beach. Her legs and lungs burned equally, and her throat was dry. Her ears stung from the rushing wind and she shivered against the chilled air, despite the heat she’d worked up from exertion. She paused, leaning on a boulder to catch her breath. ...
“I know yer no’ daft, lass, so why’re ye repeatin’ everythin’ I say?” Hugh bit back a chuckle when she glared harder and those green eyes flashed. This lass was a fascinating contradiction of strength and weakness and he wanted her. Burned for her. You’ve lost your mind, Hugh MacDonald. Chasing h...
She could still feel him there, taste him. The corridor blurred, and tears scalded her cheeks before she could stop them. He’d apologized. For kissing her. Walked away. Her chest ached. Had she just been stabbed in the heart? Leargan’s apology ruined what they’d shared. She’d been thinking about ...