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290 pages, Paperback
Published April 21, 2017
Conall dismounted and led Nim to a fallen tree at the river's edge. She dipped her head and began to drink.
"Good girl," he said as he bent down, cupping his hands into the clear water. He took a sip and shook the drips from his fingers, watching as a dragonfly hovered over the water before it darted away. Conall grabbed his water skin and filled it from the river, chewed on a stick of dried meat and climbed back in the saddle.
The sun arced across the sky as they travelled and after a while it began to set behind them. The trees grew thicker, edging closer to the water; before long they would have to go through the woods.
As dusk crept in so did the gnats, a swarm buzzing all around them, whining and stinging. Conall jumped down and led Nim to the riverbank, leaving her to drink while he scouted around ...
Erin ran her fingers over the scars on his body. "If only I could soothe them away," he murmured. He wondered if she could, like she soothed the sadness and pain that lived within his soul.
Their night passed locked in a passionate embrace and eventually they drifted into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's arms. They were awoken by Flanagan knocking on the door.
...
"So, did you manage to find that plant you went looking for yesterday?" [Flanagan asked Conall.]
"Aye, took me half the night." [Conall replied.]
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