Back in the Clutches
Claire’s eyes betrayed her once again. Against her will they fluttered closed and her head bobbed forward, the noises of horses and men melting together into an intangible cloud. Moments later a large hand gently cupped her cheek and guided her head to rest against a strong shoulder. In her half-conscious state she accepted the kind gesture and found herself engulfed in a musky scent that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but it wasn’t the scent she craved. The arm around her waist shifted her slightly so that she was more comfortable and she sighed, drifting further into slumber. She buried her head deeper into the crook of the shoulder and was stirred from her sleep by a deep chuckle. It almost sounded like Cal’s laugh, but it was missing the humor. This laugh was almost…She jerked he
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