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Melitta woke up warmer than she expected. When she opened her eyes, she realised why. Somehow during the night, she'd cuddled up to George, and she could feel the heat of him even through the thickness of her cloak.
She edged away from him, wishing that they had managed to find an inn to spend the night in. She almost wished they'd accepted the offer of that barn, but she wouldn't go that far.
That particular hamlet had been poor enough before the giants turned up, and when travel slowed along that particular road, the giants hadn't been averse to stealing from them. Now, with their best breeding stock long gone into the giants' bellies, and their women sent who knew where, some of those men had been desperate enough to consider robbing travellers for their own profit. Not
