Demons~
Calum Iverach
Rothcraig Hold, Aleron
Night fell, and hunger drove them downstairs. Rachel set out plates and lifted the lid on a kettle left warming on the fire. His mouth watered as she dished up roasted goose legs and potatoes. She collected a loaf of oat bread from the hearth and a crock of honey and a round of cheese from the pantry.
They sat at a simple pine table, alone in Rothcraig’s kitchen, and he ate like a ravenous wolf. No crystal, no silver spoons, no jeweled goblets. Just Rachel, her easy laugh, and an enticing smudge of honey on her chin. She set down her fork and slid her plate over to him.
“Here, finish mine,” she said. “You’re gnawing bone.”
Calum grinned and reached for the offering. She propped her chin on her hand and watched him eat. It should have made
