“My mate should arrive soon.” Perhaps I would go back outside and wait for her arrival, where I could pace without breaking something.
I was halfway to the door when Berina’s voice stopped me. “Mistress Megan is in the gardens, Warlord. She awaits your arrival.”
As if I’d run into a stone wall, I stopped in front of the large windows that faced the back of the house. An open yard of grass and wildflowers was in the foreground, thick trees, so tall as to block out the sky in the distance. And sitting in solitude on a lovely wooden bench was Megan. She was just sitting there, her face relaxed, an expression of complete serenity on her face. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back so the sun fell upon her like a kiss from the gods themselves. Her dark hair was long and free down her b
