Kara sat at the table by the smoking peat fire. Maybe, as Kendrick had just said,it was a pleasure to find so hospitable a place on so cold a morning, she wouldn't know. Not when the company rankled. So if he thought she was going to be in any way agreeable, let him keep a hold of her arm either,he'd a massive thought coming. She jerked her arm free. Sunk lower into the plaid, draped over her head and shoulders.
To think she'd edged all the way along that gully, slipping out the way of the Wolf's patrols, only to be caught by this festering swine.
"What the f**k is wrong with you?"
A spittle-spraying swine too. All over her face. Every time he spoke. No wonder it gave her great pleasure to wipe it off deliberately under his nose.
"You know, that's a very nice plaid you're wearing th
