Fen's inn stood about three miles up the glen. She wasn't a w***e as such, being a little more sophisticated than that, although she did offer her customers more than the odd drink of cheap whiskey. By the time Callm was at the end of his third glass, it was exactly as he hoped after leaving the castle. In a dudgeon.
The hell of it was he even wound up upstairs in Fen's bed. At least, he must be honest with himself, he ended up on it. The night was young to be anywhere else yet.
"Callm, hud on a minute, aye?" Beneath him Fen wriggled. "Just let me … let me loosen your belt … and then, then—we can do this."
"All right."
Under no circumstances would he describe Fen as the woman of his choice. She was so drunk, the wonder was she hadn't fallen down the stairs on her way up. Now his hands
