Moon Craving by Lucy Monroe

her head.

    He nodded.

    "What if there are wild animals in there?"

    "You must trust me."

    "It is not you I mistrust."

    "Who then?"

    "Wild animals." She swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat. "I do not easily make friends."

    In truth, she had made none since discovering what the fever had taken from her.
    But her friendship with Jack, son of Jon the blacksmith, had predated her fever.

    And he had not let her push him away afterward. He'd even ferreted out her secret—to this day she did not know how. But the young lad had told her it didn't matter and insisted on being kind to her.

    "So?" Talorc asked.

    "There was a boy I played with as a girl. My father's blacksmith's son. He was torn apart by a wolf. I saw his body." She shivered at the grisly memory, not faded one iota by the years that had come between. "It was horrible. Death comes too easily."

    Talorc went curiously still. "You have nothing to fear from wolves."

    "You think not?"

    "I will protect you."

    "What about bears?"

    His lips quirked in a half smile, no impatience at her reticence in his face. "You have nothing to fear at all when you are with me."

    She nodded and that seemed to please him.

    "I had my soldier scout ahead."

    "Oh."

    She let him pull her into the cave and noticed immediately that rather than the dank, cold air she associated with caves, it was warm with a faint scent of sulfur. He led her down a long tunnel into a cavern lit by torches and ambient light from somewhere above. Their light reflected off the water of a large pool in the center. Beside the pool, the furs they had slept in the past two nights were piled invitingly beside the water.

    Abigail stared around herself marveling at the warmth of the cavern. "A hot spring?" she asked in awe. She had heard of such a thing but never seen one.

    "Yes. One of the reasons we fought for this section of land. The springs have healing properties."

    "Really?"

    "So it has been believed by my people."

    "And these caves are yours now? Because of your king's gift?"

    "Aye." Talorc smiled savagely. "Though it is my responsibility to keep them."

    "Will you establish an outpost?" Her father had guard posts on the four corners of his lands.

    Talorc shrugged.

    "Do you simply not want to answer or do you not know?"

    "I know you are delaying the inevitable with conversation."

    Smart man. "I am nervous."

    "I'm not."

    She opened her mouth but honestly did not know what to reply to such arrogance, so she snapped it shut again.

    He smiled, this time almost gently, and produced a soap cake. "You can have a proper bath."

    "I . . ." This was the Talorc her sister had written of in her letters? Abigail could not believe it. "Thank you."

    She had to blink back tears. No one but Emily had ever been so concerned for Abigail's comfort.

    He looked around the cavern with satisfaction. "'Tis a suitable place for a Chrechte mating."

    "Mating?" Oh, he meant joining their bodies. Heat crawled along her skin as images assaulted her mind from the discussion they had had back at the MacDonald holding.

    For some reason, he looked chagrined by his own choice of words. "I simply meant the marriage claiming."

    She nodded, having no desire to argue, even if she saw nothing simple about the physical consummation of their marriage. Though he looked as if he expected her to.

    He indicated the pool. "You will bathe now."

    "In front of you?" She'd learned already he had a much different sense of modesty than she did—and Heaven help her, he seemed to expect her to adjust to his. But did he really expect her to bathe in front of him?

    "Is that how it is done in your clan? Your men and women bathe together?" she asked, scandalized to her core.

    "I did not offer to bathe with you, but if that is your preference, I will indulge you."

    Before she could get the horrified no out of her tightly constricted throat, he had shed his plaid.

    She stared in mute shock as he disrobed right there in front of her, as he