Chapter Two
“Fiona!”
The redheaded vixen turned at the bar to see Jerud swagger in the door, with his scowling face gleaming angrily.
“My love, what’s happened to you?” she asked as she saw a bloody cut on his chin.
“Nothing you need to worry over, Fi,” he said. “Get me some ale.”
“But you look horrible! You’ve been fighting again, haven’t you?”
“Not your worry, Fiona,” he answered darkly. He gave her a swift smack on the behind and sent her on her way.
Fiona returned with a tankard of the tavern’s best brew, then sat down across from her fiancée, trying to discern what manner of predicament he was in. Too hot-headed for his own good, Jerud would be in some kind of scrape nearly every week.
She watched him down a full mug of the ale and wipe his face on his sleeve. She suspected t
