Pale Moon Stalker (The Nymph Trilogy)
“Instead, he paced. Would she come? What would he say to her? "This is the last time I listen to voices inside my head," he muttered, tossing away a dry blade of grass he'd been chewing on. How long had it been? He looked at the moon, judging how high it was. Bronc must have relieved Sky by now.
He thought about his threat. Could he actually humiliate them both by tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her through the camp as if she were his possession? That would solve nothing, only alienate her more. He pounded his fist against the rough bark of the cottonwood and cursed. "Bloody hell!" He'd broken open the stitches she'd sewn on his hand. He was an idiot. But then, wasn't that a congenital condition of besotted men?
Certainly his father had never been so afflicted. But Harry had. Of course, Lodicia had never behaved the way Sky did. From all reports after her death, she'd been a proper English lady. A wry smile strained at his lips when he considered how his uncle would have han...dled a wife as headstrong and independent as Sky Eyes of the Ehanktonwon.MoreLess
He thought about his threat. Could he actually humiliate them both by tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her through the camp as if she were his possession? That would solve nothing, only alienate her more. He pounded his fist against the rough bark of the cottonwood and cursed. "Bloody hell!" He'd broken open the stitches she'd sewn on his hand. He was an idiot. But then, wasn't that a congenital condition of besotted men?
Certainly his father had never been so afflicted. But Harry had. Of course, Lodicia had never behaved the way Sky did. From all reports after her death, she'd been a proper English lady. A wry smile strained at his lips when he considered how his uncle would have han...dled a wife as headstrong and independent as Sky Eyes of the Ehanktonwon.MoreLess
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