ALFRIC MUMBLED AS HIS arm was dislodged from its soft, shapely resting place. He opened his eyes and saw the woman, Pleasance, sitting up. Moonlight from the small window high in the peak of the barn touched her hair, painting it with silver highlights. She was hugging his jacket close around her shoulders and, for some reason, that made him smile.
Suddenly her head jerked up. Alfric heard what she’d apparently heard at almost the same moment. He jumped to his feet. “They’ve found us.”
She looked up at him, pushing herself to her feet with one hand, the other one still clutching his jacket. “How do you know? They might just be passing over.”
Alfric grabbed her free hand. “There can’t be too many places to hide around here. They’ll come to investigate. We need to be gone when that happen
