Page 58 of Warrior’s Lady

Her body barely registered the chill of the morning air as he pulled her to him and set her senses spiraling. By the time they collapsed against each other, the apricot fingers of dawn stretched across the sky, heralding a new day.

"We should go back belowstairs," he said, reluctantly moving away from her to collect their clothing. "The morning guards will be here soon."

Her cheeks flamed as she boldly explored the hardened contours of his body, remembering how his muscles had flexed, reacting to her touch.

With tender care, he placed her nightrail over her head, then wrapped the woolen coverlet about her shoulders. "What are you thinking?" she asked, surprising herself at her boldness.

He smiled the same wicked smile he'd given her last night. "Honestly?"

"Absolutely." She tensed, awaiting his response.

He leaned toward her, his gaze caressing her face. His light blue eyes narrowed with intent. Strange how she first had thought those eyes were icy. "You're beautiful."

Honesty. "Thank you," she whispered, touched by his words.

He kissed her forehead. He held out his hand, his fingers curling protectively around hers.

The blare of a clarion cut through the morning's silence.

Startled, Camden released her hand. He moved back between the crenellations. Rhiannon followed him, followed his gaze.

A group of armed men gathered around the castle's gate. "A call to arms. I must go."

He left her there, alone on the wall walk. A chill crept across her skin that had nothing to do with the light morning breeze.

A call to arms? Against whom?