Chapter 13
As it was in the beginning...When Miron was fully rested, he woke to find himself and Quilla at last alone together. She was sitting cross-legged, quietly watching him.
As he lay, suddenly fully awake, clean-eyed and alert, looking into her eyes, a flicker of a smile crossed her lips, a tinge of colour flushed her cheeks. She filled a cup of water and stooped over him, lifting his head with her left arm while she held the cup to his lips.
At first he accepted the cool liquid and then suddenly he pushed it aside, spilling it over her skirt as he rose on his elbow and seized her head to draw it down to his.
She lost balance and fell against him, hurting as he held her too harshly, too closely, his mouth on hers clumsy and fierce rather than tender.
‘Miron,’ her heart cried. ‘
