In Search of Truth and Light
Joshua remained a little fragile throughout the countdown to the promised expedition day. The Pocket’s sun moved slowly across the sky, and often his mood hovered only a few words away from retreating back to that sullen place I’d done my best to coax him out of in the Sweet Medicine Saloon, but we kept up our afternoon rides and library visits, now with an improved cuddling, hand-holding, kissing factor.
The Questers routinely referred to me as “Joshua’s Lady,” when not addressing me as Princess. This whole thing between us was official, and it gave me an extra little thrill every time it came up.
The tone between Joshua and Mantis Shrimp was noticeably strained during our evenings at the castle, but after a few days of nothing worse than that, Mantis Shrim
