Chapter Thirty-Three
Letty jerked awake a short time after one o’clock. She heard rain on the windowpanes, and the sound of a man crying out in distress. She flung back her bedclothes, fumbled for the tinderbox, and threw her shawl around her shoulders.
Reid came out of his nightmare berserker-mad, lunging up from the bedclothes—and struck his head on the low ceiling. He gave a grunt. His legs folded and he sat abruptly on the bed, his expression a mixture of shock, pain, and bewilderment.
“Icarus? Are you all right?”
Reid bowed his head into his hands with a groan.
“Icarus?” Letty went to him, and cautiously touched his shoulder. The berserker fury had drained from his muscles. “Icarus, did you hurt yourself? Is it bleeding?”
He didn’t reply, but he did let her gently run her finger
