Control and Compassion by Sahara Kelly

Author:Sahara Kelly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2016-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

It was the lack of movement that finally woke Priscilla Hill.

For a second or two she lay there, aware that she was warm and safe. Two things that had been noticeably lacking in her recent experiences.

The sun seemed very low in the sky, and with a slight gasp she realized she must have slept the day away as her two Hungarian gods had driven this odd vehicle through the quiet lanes.

At least they’d be miles away from Charles Atwood and his cronies. But where to go now? What to do?

Ever practical, Priscilla untangled herself from her blankets. Time to get up, get thinking, and make some decisions.

And see the Egers again.

A little shiver of excitement ran through her. They were handsome as the gods she’d called them, but there was something…something beneath the good looks, some quality or need that appealed to her on a very fundamental level.

She wanted to find out what it was.

And apparently her curiosity was reciprocated. Within moments of her stirring, two smiling faces peered in over the half-door.

“Good day, Prioshka,” grinned the one called Luk. Shoulders, she thought to herself.

“Did you sleep well?” asked the other. Mat. Height, she categorized.

Now she knew them both. It was a handy trick, especially when dealing with several new children.

“Thank you. Yes. I feel a bit guilty, actually…” She smiled back at them. “And I have to apologize for something.”

Two sets of eyebrows rose simultaneously in question.

“I stink.”

Their laughter rang out, bringing a chuckle to Priscilla’s own throat. Good heavens. They were gorgeous.

“I believe we can help with that. Come on out and see where we are.” Mat backed out as Luk helped her rise.

She stepped carefully down the wooden stairs and looked around. They’d found the perfect campsite. Shrouded by willows, the caravan rested on a grassy bank, a few yards from a quiet stream.

The horse had been hobbled a little distance away and was lazily cropping the grass beneath its feet. A small fire was burning, something delicious smelling was cooking in a pot, and the only sounds were those of the birds settling down in the dusk.

“Ooh…how lovely.”

“So, Prioshka. Food first or a bath?” Mat’s laughing question was accompanied by his hand, holding out a towel and—blessings above—a bar of what looked suspiciously like soap.

She glanced at them. She was hungry, yes. But a bath. The chance to rid herself of the stench of the schoolroom and stale sweat.

“If you don’t mind…I think…a bath?”

“We don’t mind at all, Prioshka,” smiled Luk. He rummaged inside a container lashed to the outside of the caravan. “And I think that gown of yours needs to go. Perhaps this…”

Priscilla gasped as he held out a robe in shades of flaming scarlet. “Oh no, I couldn’t…really…” Her hand reached out and stroked the fine stuff, and she sighed at the feel of it.

“Of course you could. ’T’is not for us, but for anyone who might need it. You, Prioshka, definitely need it.” Luk grinned apologetically.

“Um…my name is Priscilla. Priscilla Hill. Mrs.

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