Page 63 of Moon Craving
They stopped to water the horses again but did not dismount, just like the day
before. This time, she noted no one spoke though. The warriors were all alert, and Talorc
looked grimmer than usual.
She met Niall's eyes and asked a question with her own.
"Enemy territory," he mouthed.
Her eyes widened. It had not occurred to her that they would have to cross enemy
territory to get to Sinclair land. She did not remember mention of her stepfather's soldiers
having to do so when they escorted Emily to the Highlands nearly three years ago.
Suddenly, Talorc was there and she was being swept from her horse to his. She
landed against his chest with a silent gasp.
He looked down at her with a fierce expression, as if prepared for her to argue the
change. She simply let herself go limp against him and closed her eyes for sleep.
She wasn't a warrior, and if he was going to give her an unexpected opportunity for
a nap on this bone-jarring ride, she was going to take it.
She sensed his surprise but ignored it as his arm wrapped her close and secure
against him. She was asleep a moment later.
Bemused, Talorc held his sleeping wife to him.
He was not sure what had prompted him to put her on his horse with him. She'd
been tired, but his action had been an instinctive reaction to the silent exchange between
his wife and his warrior at the water.
Talorc had had no idea that he and his wolf would become so possessive with a
wife--particularly an English one. He had not reacted thus with Emily, but then three years
ago, he had had no intention of marrying the Englishwoman sent to him by order of their
kings.
That must be the difference this time. Abigail was indisputably his wife, not a
woman he was supposed to marry.
Yes, that must be it.
She moved in her sleep but made no sound. Not that it would matter now. They
were in safer territory now and would be until midday tomorrow when they would cross
Donegal's holding. Donegal's people were not Talorc's enemies, but the other clan was
