Must Love Chainmail by Angela Quarles

Author:Angela Quarles [Quarles, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance, Time Travel, Historical, Medieval, Paranormal
Goodreads: 25896030
Published: 2015-07-13T16:00:00+00:00

Katy might only have the barest grasp of what was happening, but one thing was certain—she’d been saddle-bound for five-plus hours as their captors headed northeastward.

Anger and confusion frazzled her nerves, though the anger had settled into a slow burn. What could happen next? Anything. Not a comfortable feeling.

She clutched her mantle closer—damn Robert. Yeah, she understood why he claimed her as a spouse—to protect her—but it rankled. She’d wanted to turn around and conk him on the head. Another event happening to her without her say. Another event she could not control as if the whirlwind she’d dared step into with Robert last night had careened off with a life of its own. This was why she avoided spontaneity.

Thank the self-preservation gods the Welsh had interrupted whatever had happened between her and Robert. It scared her, made her heart trip along faster than the horse’s hoofbeats, at how fully and how quickly she’d thrown herself into that. She doubted she’d have had the strength to stop on her own.

A small, still rational, part of her knew she was blaming Robert for everything she couldn’t control, but…

Now she was just freaking exhausted, with no idea when these cheerful Welsh warriors would stop for the night. Though she supposed she should be grateful for the simple lady’s tunic he’d procured at the abbey. Saved questions. She touched the piece of bark tucked into her waistband. Earlier, at their first break along a beautiful lake which they traveled alongside for a good while, she’d found the smooth clear bark, and with a piece of flint, she’d made a rough map of their path.

Crude, and probably useless, but it helped. Somewhat. At each stop, updating the map helped her feel as if she had some control. And in between each stop, memorizing the features, their path’s twists and turns, occupied her mind.

She leaned back and let herself rest against Robert, something she’d resisted.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her tight against him. Warmth and security spread over her. That felt good. Dammit.

A shout came from ahead, and the leader answered. In the lowering afternoon light, columns of smoke spiraled skyward, and darker shapes moved among the trees, accompanied by the sound of barking dogs, wood being chopped, and the low hum of voices.

As they neared the camp, the shapes resolved into men erecting small shelters, others building fires and cooking food. How many were there? Too many for her to count.

Their captors led them into the center, and the leader—Rhys?—talked to another, who studied Robert and Katy and nodded. Rhys directed them to a clearing that fetched up against a rock outcropping. He jumped off his horse and grabbed Perceval’s reins.

“We camp here. Unload your burdens, and assist us,” he said in French.

They slid to their feet, Katy unable to suppress a groan at her protesting muscles. Probably not the best time to quip about being ridden hard in more ways than one. Robert put an arm around her and walked her to a rock.

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