The Love Knot
“'As of Twelfth-Night, we have been betrothed,' he said. 'Catrin is my wife in all but the final blessing.' After one glance at de Mohun, Catrin lowered her eyes. There was something about the mercenary that caused her flesh to crawl. It was more than just the incident when he had tried to kiss her as she tended his hand.
'Then I congratulate both of you.' De Mohun inclined his head in a mocking salute. 'I'll drink to your happiness the moment I'm free of my duty.' If he hoped for an invitation ...to do that drinking with Oliver's coin, he was disappointed. Oliver fixed a polite expression on his face and held it there, refusing to be drawn.
Just to be irritating, de Mohun needled them with his presence for a while longer, but finally he gave up and rode off down the line to snarl at the recruits.
Catrin's scalp prickled. She did not know whether she preferred him in her sight or out of it.
'Yes,' Oliver murmured as if reading her mind. 'He is a wolf. A very fine wolf who will sit at your fire and save your life from other wolves, and then, because it is his nature, he will snap your hand off in his jaws.' 'I thought he was your friend.' 'Only in the days when I thought it was daring to have a wolf at my fire and I had nothing to care about.' 'Well, you do now,' she replied, 'so have a care to yourself too.' She was not just speaking of de Mohun, although he was cause enough for concern.MoreLess
'Then I congratulate both of you.' De Mohun inclined his head in a mocking salute. 'I'll drink to your happiness the moment I'm free of my duty.' If he hoped for an invitation ...to do that drinking with Oliver's coin, he was disappointed. Oliver fixed a polite expression on his face and held it there, refusing to be drawn.
Just to be irritating, de Mohun needled them with his presence for a while longer, but finally he gave up and rode off down the line to snarl at the recruits.
Catrin's scalp prickled. She did not know whether she preferred him in her sight or out of it.
'Yes,' Oliver murmured as if reading her mind. 'He is a wolf. A very fine wolf who will sit at your fire and save your life from other wolves, and then, because it is his nature, he will snap your hand off in his jaws.' 'I thought he was your friend.' 'Only in the days when I thought it was daring to have a wolf at my fire and I had nothing to care about.' 'Well, you do now,' she replied, 'so have a care to yourself too.' She was not just speaking of de Mohun, although he was cause enough for concern.MoreLess
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