But she did not like that he was a Finn-Gall! Not with all the trouble they’d had with them. What if he was kin to those who had settled near them? The same ones who had killed her da? Her own grandfather had died at the hand of Viking raiders before the Vikings settled on the lands near them and became farmers. She wasn’t certain how long she’d been running before Seamus had discovered she’d slipped out of the keep and beyond the castle walls, then gathered his men to hunt her down. But she welcomed this—the Norseman’s rugged body as he protected her, and his horse that gave her hope that she might indeed manage to slip away from her lands without any trouble. Her feet and fingers were frozen though, and she didn’t think she’d ever been this cold in her life. She snuggled closer to the Viking, wanting to be wrapped up tight with him, to feel the warmth taking the chill from her blood. But she felt badly that she didn’t know where they actually were.
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