Johanna Lindsey by Until Forever

Author:Until Forever [Forever, Until]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-02-05T14:15:47+00:00

She'd prefer he just go away so her embarrassment could go with him.

But he wasn't leaving, was just standing there waiting for she couldn't imagine what. She finally noticed that garments of some kind, possibly a woman's dress, were draped over his arm. For her? She certainly hoped so.

But since he wasn't offering the garments to her, or doing anything else, for that matter, she was forced to say something. And getting herself clothed might be uppermost in her mind, but finding out her Viking's whereabouts at the moment took precedence.

"Thorn Blooddrinker, do you know who he is?"

"Certainly. He is my lord."

Roseleen frowned at that answer, and asked suspiciously, "Of the noble kind, or the deity kind?"

"My lady?"

That she was confusing him told her what she wanted to know, but just to be sure, she asked, "How is he your lord?"

"My sister, Blythe, gave me into his keeping," he said, and his chest puffed out a bit as he added, "I am to be his squire once I am sufficiently trained."

She and Thorn had only just arrived here. How the devil could all this have taken place? Unless this Blythe was one of the women who had come into possession of Blooddrinker's Curse. And that could mean that Thorn might be in danger of running into himself in this time he had brought them to.

"How long has Thorn been your lord?"

"Nigh two years now."

She was definitely starting to get worried. Thorn hadn't explained what would happen if he came upon himself in the past, just that his Odin had said he should avoid it. She needed to talk to him, and quick.

"Where is Thorn right now, do you know?"

"Aye, 'tis early, just dawn, but he has gone to the docks to confer with Duke William."

So he had brought her to meet William the Bastard this time. Her excitement rose along with her annoyance, because he'd left her behind in this tent. He could have woken her. They could have gone together to meet the first Norman king of England.

"Lord Thorn bid me find you some raiments," the boy continued, "and assist you in the donning of them, since you are without maid."

Oh, he did, did he? she thought with mounting anger. But she wasn't going to take her anger out on the boy. She had a much bigger target in mind.

"What is your name, anyway?" she asked him. "Mine is Roseleen, by the way."

"I am Guy of Anjou."

"Well, I thank you, Guy, for the clothes, but assistance I don't need. If you'll just lay them down, I'll manage fine on my own."

"Nay, I was told to assist you, and I always do exactly as Lord Thorn bids me."

The mulish expression he was suddenly wearing told her she was in for an argument, but she still tried again, albeit more sternly. "If I need assistance, I'll call you. In the meantime, you can wait outside, if you please."

At that point, he grinned. "You will need me, my lady. There are nigh a hundred ties on this chemise.

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