Her uncle dropped his head and glanced across the flame. It was pure accident that his gaze snagged hers. “Lass?” he called over and then stood up immediately. “Tempest, is that you?” She once more lowered her hood, smiling for the large, boisterous man who bounded over to smother her in a bone-crushing hug before she had a chance to reply. She wheezed but didn’t ask him to let go. She had sorely missed Maxim over the past month.
