Rather than head back to my chamber—the dressmaker could wait—I searched for Lancelot. Perhaps heading straight for the one man I should have avoided was foolish on my part, but Morgaine’s prediction of a perilous outcome for us prompted me to seek him out to warn him that our tryst had been disc...
He had dozed longer than he intended. In fact, he had slept harder than the time he wrangled one too many horns of mead at his father's table. The women already busied themselves with morning chores, except for Swan. He sensed her in the distance. Troubles plagued her presence. Though he realized...