Knights Of De Ware 02 - My Warrior - Plot & Excerpts
The weather had turned uncannily warm over the last few days, but the necessity for secrecy required that she keep the miserably stifling cloak about her. Her feet were blistered from the ill-fitting shoes and the pace Holden insisted on maintaining, and she could hardly stand her own camouflaging odor of stable filth and wet wool. But the worst of it was that it seemed she’d made the trip in vain. Sir Owen was behaving so damnably nonchalant that she almost believed she’d imagined or misunderstood that whole exchange in the knights’ quarters. It looked as if she’d gone to a great deal of trouble for nothing. But it was too late to turn back. She was committed now to the journey—every sweating, dusty, wretched mile of it. The de Ware men made the travel particularly nauseating, filling the balmy air with boasts of their feats of prowess in battle and in bed. To her disgust, even her own Gavin knights joined in the melee. According to all accounts, of course, none could hold a candle to the de Ware brothers.
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