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Lance fought through the stiffness and cold and reached for Gwin. Unlike his touches earlier where he brought her to him for a caress, or when he’d wrapped her in the protection of his embrace, he dug his fingers into her shoulders and gave her a shake.
Her blue eyes widened. The light of love blinked out. When her eyes opened again, there was a tinge of fear.
Good. He needed her to be afraid. He’d been terrified when he’d been encased in stone. He’d been petrified, literally. Those men had come so near her, and he couldn’t move. If they had harmed her …
Lance pulled Gwin to him, crushing her body to his. He felt the quickening of her pulse, the pounding of her heart, the gush of her breath.
“Don’t ever do that again.” His voice was a desperate plea whispered into her ear.
“I only
