Warrior's Last Gift
“And so she would, even if it meant rising after only a few hours.
Not that she had slept well. Not with him lying only a few feet away from her.
She hoisted the heavy kettle of water over the fire and straightened, one hand to her aching back. Her legs trembled with the exertion but she was determined to keep moving. Work would keep her mind busy, and a busy mind was the only way to keep him out of her thoughts.
As if it were beyond her ability to control, she glanced to where Eric slept. Apparently he’d tired himself out in yesterday’s arduous trek, which, she had no doubt, he’d hoped would convince her to turn back.
She smiled to herself and dumped oats into the bubbling water, letting the aroma bathe her face with its steamy goodness.
Eric had seriously underestimated her. Nothing would prevent her setting that little boat out to sea. After all she’d been through in the past year and a half, she’d grown strong enough to face any hardship.
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