He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones...
All right, I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. I'm fine. I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. Well. So. At least now I know why you've b...