Chapter Seven
After shed been whipped with the birches, Kurt had her dress. He then covered her with a blanket to ward off any chill, and built a fire of kindling and a few decent sized logs. It might burn an hour or two
which was the amount of time he planned to take telling her a tale to match the one of Regan in her nunnery.
Are you comfortable? he asked.
Yes, very. This is nice. She viewed the wintry landscape trying to imagine what it might look like in the spring when the grasses turned green and the sky was a deeper shade of blue. The days warmth would soon slip away
but a romance in the out-of-doors had a special flavor. Her ass still hurt and her shoulders felt tight from cuts
though the feeling was comforting now
a reminder of where her life with Kurt was taking her.
