eyes. He didn’t need to ask to know she had looked into
someone’s future. Was it his? By the fine sheen of sweat on her
forehead and the way her hands shook, whatever she had seen had
frightened her terribly.
He had almost risen and gone to her when
he’d seen the color drain from her face. As he watched, she lifted
a shaky hand and smoothed her golden locks from her face.
She rose to her feet and began gathering
bits of herbs from the ceiling of the cart. Her back was to him, so
he couldn’t see what she was doing with the herbs, but by her
hurried, frantic actions it must be important.
Sleep pulled at Grayson. He hated being this
weak, hated being confined to a bed without his sword near him.
Always his sword had been by his side. He even slept with the
weapon on the floor by his bed. Not to have it now when he needed
it most annoyed him.
He let his eyes drift shut,
unable to fight the pull of the healing sleep any longer. Before he
drifted off, he smelled a musky, exotic scent fill the air. Though
he longed to stay awake to see what she was about, he wasn’t strong
enough to fight the sleep. Just as he gave in, he heard her whisper
his name.
Hours later Grayson opened his eyes and
looked around the small cart, but Adrianna was nowhere to be found.
He had slept deeply, more deeply than he had in ages. And that
bothered him greatly.
He sat up expecting the
usual pain and weakness to plague him. To his surprise, there was
only a slight pull from his wound.
“ Oh, good. You’re awake,”
Adrianna said as she entered the cart. “Let me check your
bandage.”
Grayson scratched his jaw and felt the
growth of his whiskers. He needed a shave, and he needed a bath.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him he was still hungry. And just
the sweet, clean smell of Adrianna sent his balls to
tightening.
“ Give me a moment then you
can get some food.”
“ You’ll let me leave the
cart?”
“ If you’re
able.”
He wasn’t fooled for a
moment. Somehow she’d used her magic to speed his healing, not that
he wanted to complain, but he wished she would’ve told him. His
eyes closed as he bit back a moan when her soft, warm hands touched
his back. Her fingers slowly moved away the bandage and gently
touched the skin around the wound.
“ Does it still pain
you?”
Not as much as my cock
apparently. “A little, though I’m guessing
after your magic it’ll be better on the morrow.”
“ How...how did you know?”
she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shifted to look at her.
“With the severity of the wound and how close I came to dying, I
shouldn’t feel this good two days after you found me. You should’ve
told me.”
“ I should have. I
apologize. Are you angry?”
He wanted to wipe away the frown that
puckered her forehead, to pull her into his arms so he could kiss
the soft skin of her neck. “Nay. I just ask that you inform me next
time.”
Her lips lifted in a grin. “Agreed.”
Grayson tried to ignore how close she was to
him, how the soft fragrance of her skin made him yearn to reach out
and touch her or how the desire in her pale blue eyes made his
balls tighten.
“ Have you made a decision
on whether I can accompany you?” she asked as she went back to
examining his wound.
Grayson swallowed heavily and closed his
eyes as he fought the need for her welling inside of him. When he
could speak, he said, “Tell me why you want to come.”
“ You’re healing well,” she
said and finished putting on a fresh bandage. “As to why I want to
go, because you will need me. I’ve already told you
that.”
“ Aye, but how will I need
you.”
She smoothed her hands down her dark skirts
and moved to face him. “I’m not sure yet.”
“ You’ll have a better
chance of living if you stay with the gypsies.”
“ I will admit, I’ve been
happy here, but I’m meant to go with you. If you don’t take me with
you, I’ll only follow.”
Grayson swore. She would be safer with