“The Frazers need a tavern just as much as any other clan. I’m sure she will be fine. Hand out the blankets.”
Gavin made his way through the crowd, placing his feet carefully, avoiding outstretched limbs. Heather did her best to follow him but she could not see as keenly in the dark.
She apologized to several people as she bumped into arms and legs until she was at the very back of the cave. The walls curved to the right, allowing her and Gavin a little privacy.
“Here,” he said, guiding her down. “There is a blanket here.”
She sat down, listening as water dripped from her dress onto the blanket. She couldn’t help but shiver. At once Gavin was beside her, an arm around her shoulder.
A whirlwind of thoughts passed through her mind. She wanted to leave him to look after his clan. She wanted to never be apart from him again. She turned to look at him, seeing his eyes twinkling in the darkness.
“Sleep,” he said. “Now.”
