Aidan asked her.Her mare came to stand beside his stallion. Brie was sore, exhausted, chilled to the bone and incapable of even smiling at him. But now she glimpsed the field below the ridge where they sat astride their horses. The sun was setting, fingers of bloodred staining the deepening sky and the snowy glen, and a sea of tents, cook fires and men filled the horizon. She couldn’t recall ever seeing such a welcome sight. “Thank God,” she murmured, shivering.They had been riding all day. Aidan hadn’t said a word to her since leaving Awe, and for most of the day he’d left her with Will and the four huge giants, who were her bodyguards. Twice Aidan had returned to her side, and she knew it was only to see if she was in one piece. He had kept a tight rein on his emotions and she felt nothing from him when he came by. Considering she’d been so swept up in the war frenzy that dawn, she was relieved.She’d managed okay. The mare was pretty mellow, and Brie decided she even liked her.
