Chapter Thirty-Two
Craving
She couldn’t cope with the flood of memories crowding inside her brain. There were too many of them, and all of them evoked their own individual feeling. Pain, sadness, joy, more pain, longing, ecstasy, pain again, contentment...
Too much. Too many. Too overwhelming.
She ran from the falls to the house and stumbled into her bedroom where she collapsed on the bed. Lying there on her back, she covered her face with her hands and let the images flit through her mind, fast and furious.
She had gone to the falls after hearing a couple of warriors talking about taking the Battle Lord there. She’d suspected he was going to bathe, rather than draw a bucket of water for a spit bath, and she’d been right.
His hair. That bright red-gold hair the color of rich honey.
