He was standing there, behind his desk, in a patch of late afternoon light, with a brandy in his hand, his shirt and trousers filthy, his sleeves rolled back to above his elbows, and his chin and cheeks shadowed with the growth of three days’ beard. She’d never seen him more handsome. “Are you al...
“’Tis no longer your concern,” Oswin was saying. “We will make do. Now go. Gather—” The steward stopped abruptly and drew himself up to his full height when he saw Edric. “Kate?” “Good morn, my lord.” Her voice was different, a bit breathless, Edric thought. He looked at Oswin, who crossed his ar...