The rain fell around them, a mist had claimed the distant peaks and vales, and all within view was etched in myriad shades of gray. The orchard was silent but for the muted patter of raindrops on deadened leaves and the echo of their footsteps.
Brianna was fiercely glad to be sharing this moment with this man. She wanted very much to hear his tale. Luc guided her gently by the elbow until they halted beside the stone wall, then the heat of his hand fell away.
The River Darrow chortled far below, a chill whisper of winter in the rushing water. The lands of Tullymullagh swept into the distance, veiled by the rain, but Brianna looked at her companion. She shivered, folded her arms beneath her cloak and waited.
When Luc flicked a vibrant blue glance her way, she knew he was to begin. Antici
