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He recalled the way she’d kissed hi him He’d never met such a sensuous maid

“Morag knows me well, it seems” His throat cracked on a dry note as he watched the play of her he-clad foot

The delicate turn of her ankle

“She believes you were destined to coed “She fancies herself a Seer, but I think she isopinions I told her you were fros of you, since her grandparents are of that stock”

Finn tore his gaze fros, the shape of which he could discern beneath the heavy, damp folds of her skirts His own clothes see them from the inside He would nother He knew it as well as his own name Had the Seer informed Violet of those intentions?

“Destined? Perhaps I was” He leaned back to pull the woolen blanket fro it, he moved to wrap the warmth around her, but she shook her head

“I ah Despite the rain and cold, I am still feverish from before” Her cheeks flushed with color as she spoke, and he realized that heat probably accounted for her re the shoes and the other clothes

“Did Morag give you anything for it?” He reached for her, touching her cheek to test the skin

“It is her fault that I am…unwell” She frowned, but Finn could see her pulse fire rapidly at her neck

The warmth of her flesh enhanced the clean scent of her, the rain-washed skin still carrying a hint of roses She sed hard Licked her lips Signs of awareness? Or nals of this curious ailment? His attention went back to her ankle, where it would be easy enough to ski and under the heavy skirts of her kirtle and surcoat

“How so?” He swiped aside a da to her throat, his body taut Tense

Ready for her

“She gave me a potion earlier It was foolish of me to ask her for it” She tilted her chin to one side when he touched her neck, as if to offer all the ht to warn her away Instead, he eased closer