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chamber last night, he was forced to sleep here. I tried to convince him to leave, but he

refused to do so."

"As he should have done." But Talorc gave the smaller pile of furs a

less-than-pleasant look.

Hoping out of sight would result in out of mind, Abigail gathered the furs and made

to put them back on her and Talorc's bed.

Talorc grabbed her arm. "Don't."

"Why not?"

"I will not sleep in a bed with another man's scent."

Oh, brother. "Are you trying to tell me you think you can smell Guaire on our

blankets?" Superior warrior or not, that was just plain crazy.

"I can. I will provide more furs for our bed. Until then, we will do without."

"Why not? It is not as if we make do without a real bed to begin with. What is a little

more discomfort?" she grumbled under her breath as she squatted to roll the furs in a

neatened bundle on the floor.

When she straightened, Talorc was frowning even more fiercely at her. "You do

not find our bed adequate?"

"It's not a bed. It's a pile of furs," she insisted stubbornly, and then realized how

irrational she was being. Right now was not the time to discuss their sleeping

accommodations.

"Never mind. As long as we share them, the furs are more than adequate."

A flash of something like regret showed in his eyes. "I did not intend to sleep in the

great hall last night."

That was good to know anyway, though she was not sure what it meant in light of

what he had said the night before.

Focusing on the mundane rather than issues with the power to shred her

newfound happiness, she lifted the bed-roll. "What do you want me to do with these?"

"I do not care."

She set it in the corner. "Fine." She would give the furs to Guaire later. No doubt he

could make use of the soft, luxurious pelts.