A Knight to Remember: A Medieval Romance Novella by Catherine Kean

Author:Catherine Kean [Kean, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: medieval, romance, medieval romance, historical, historical romance, adventure romance, mystery romance, enemies to lovers romance, second chance romance, alpha male romance, alpha hero romance, kindle romance
Published: 2015-03-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Aislinn halted her mare in the market square outside Larina’s premises. She sensed the stranger’s keen gaze upon her back and fought the sensual shivers weaving through her.

If you like, milady, I can confirm my sincerity with a kiss.

Those words, indisputably an invitation, had echoed in her thoughts every moment of the ride to Crannley. He’d ridden behind with two of her men. His injuries hadn’t slowed their pace, and he’d grudgingly accepted her request to keep moving when they’d passed the spot where he’d been found; she’d promised they would stop on their return. Yet, his offer of a kiss still hovered between them, an unfinished challenge, as though he’d tossed down a gauntlet and waited for her to dare to pick it up.

She might have refused his kiss in his chamber, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want it—then or now. Her skin tingled with the memory of how wickedly good their kiss had been. A kiss to savor, to cherish, to crave over and over again.

As she did.

Forcing aside the aching tug of desire, she handed down her reins to one of the men-at-arms and dismounted. The painted wooden sign above Larina’s premises—a rendering of a tied bunch of herbs and an earthenware pot—creaked on its iron chains in the morning breeze.

Smoothing the creases from her cloak, she turned to address the men. The stranger, already dismounted, was studying the sign. His gaze shifted to meet hers.

“Tether the horses,” she told her men. Then, to the stranger: “Once I know what Larina has to tell me, I will come and find you. Do not leave the market square.”

“Aye, milady.” Jaw taut, he studied the rest of the buildings in the row with Larina’s. He looked impatient, unsettled. His attention shifted to the villagers going about their daily tasks, the children near the men-at-arms who were throwing sticks for a mongrel to chase, the horses and carts entering and leaving the square, as if he was trying to find some detail of note that would unlock his memory.

Aislinn knocked on the door to Larina’s premises. The healer’s door was normally open, unless she was seeing a patient. As Aislinn waited, she watched the stranger wander to where a young knight was securing a leather sack to his saddle. A longbow was propped against a wooden post, and the stranger gestured to it while talking to the young man.

The door to the healer’s home opened. “Milady.” Larina smiled. “I hoped ’twas you. Please, come in.”

Aislinn stepped inside, her senses filling with the smells of crushed herbs and burning tallow candles. Her gaze went to the back room to see that the door was shut.

“I am hoping she will fall asleep,” Larina said softly, keeping the main entryway open to the market. “She is exhausted, poor thing.”

“She?”

Larina nodded. “She is the reason I contacted you. This morning, a villager going to feed his chickens found a young girl, about eight or nine years old, hiding in the brush near his chicken coop.

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