THIRTY-ONE
Two days she kept the knight in her bed, and two nights she slept in his arms. More than once, she'd considered climbing into his lap, lifting his tunic and finishing what they'd started.
But she knew she could not. If she succeeded in seducing him, he would stare at her after, his eyes wide with guilt, and swear he would not let his desire overwhelm his reason again. And that simply would not do, with Midwinter approaching. If she could spend but one night as his lover, best to save that pleasure for Midwinter. For she'd be lying to herself if she thought she might want to spend the night with any other man.
So after two days of letting the magic-infused mead do its work, she didn't protest when she came in with the morning's milk to find him stringing his bow.
"I won't r
