Knight Moves: Merriweather Sisters Time Travel (Merriweather Sisters Time Travel Romance Book 2) by Cynthia Luhrs Page A
Authors: Cynthia Luhrs
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injured?”
She spread her fingers, peeking through them, but did not answer. He spoke to her again, the pain in his legs threatening to topple him over as he crouched beside her. James prayed he would be able to stand without falling over and making a fool of himself.
She removed her hands from her face. Brilliant green eyes stared up at him.
“I can’t really understand you. Are you speaking French?”
She was speaking a form of English, though her speech sounded odd, the accent strange yet soothing. Soft. Caressing him like a lover.
“I inquired if you were injured, lady.”
She held up her hands and he could see the ropes binding them. With one swipe of his blade, the rope fell to the ground. He took her hands in his, anger filling him upon noting the angry red marks encircling her slim wrists. She had beautiful skin. Unmarked and unblemished, as fine as ivory. Realizing he was stroking circles on her wrist, he dropped her hands as if they were on fire.
“I don’t think…” She touched a hand to her cheek. “He nicked me, but it’s only a scratch. My nose hurts like crazy.”
James touched a finger to her cheek where the blade had left its mark. It was only a scratch, and she would heal. The nose was swollen but looked straight. He’d suffered many a broken nose, enough to know she was fine. There was dried blood above her lip. He wiped at it with his thumb, touching her lip. The skin was soft as a rose petal.
“’Tis fortunate you did not lose your head, lady.”
“I am rather attached to it.” She smiled at him. He felt strange inside, as if he’d been inside all winter locked in the dark and just stepped out into the light, blinking and marveling at the colors around him.
As he was wondering how he was going to manage to stand, his captain appeared by his side, sensing his distress. Renly helped them both up while making it look as if he wasn’t holding James up.
“Thank you for rescuing me. They were going to… Well, it doesn’t matter now that I’m safe.” She wrapped her arms around herself and, realizing she was freezing, James unclasped his cloak and settled it around her shoulders.
She placed a hand on his forearm. Heat from her touch traveled up his arm straight to his battered heart.
“I was wondering, could you tell me what day it is?”
His captain answered, “’Tis the fourteenth of February, my lady.”
“I hope you won’t think it’s weird, but could you also tell me the year?”
Renly gaped. James blinked. From her clothing, he surmised she was highborn, yet from her speech he wasn’t sure, unless she hailed from a distant land. But to ask him the year—mayhap she’d hit her head during the encounter. He decided to humor her.
“’Tis the year of our Lord 1327.”
“Oh. Um… Am I in France?”
How could she not know what country she was in? Was the girl witless? It would be his fate to meet such a fetching wench and have her be feeble. Perchance if she was, she might be the only wench in all the realm that would consider marrying a beast such as he. For she had not blubbered and run after looking upon his face. Certainly ’twas a good omen.
“Nay, lady. You are in England. On my lands. We are not far from Falconburg Castle.”
She heaved a great sigh of relief.
“Oh good. I know Falconburg. I was there earlier today.” Then she slapped a hand over her mouth, as if she shouldn’t have said such a thing. And all manner of alarm swept through him. Had she been sent by one of his many enemies? Perchance sent to taunt and torture him.
She reached out a hand to touch his face, and he flinched.
“You’re hurt. A cut.” She touched a finger to his eyebrow and held it up. It came away red. He reached a hand up to his face.
“’Tis naught but a scratch. Nothing to worry yourself over, my lady.” She would plague him. All women were afraid of him. He knew an enemy had sent her, for she showed no fear to get him to let down his guard. He must
She spread her fingers, peeking through them, but did not answer. He spoke to her again, the pain in his legs threatening to topple him over as he crouched beside her. James prayed he would be able to stand without falling over and making a fool of himself.
She removed her hands from her face. Brilliant green eyes stared up at him.
“I can’t really understand you. Are you speaking French?”
She was speaking a form of English, though her speech sounded odd, the accent strange yet soothing. Soft. Caressing him like a lover.
“I inquired if you were injured, lady.”
She held up her hands and he could see the ropes binding them. With one swipe of his blade, the rope fell to the ground. He took her hands in his, anger filling him upon noting the angry red marks encircling her slim wrists. She had beautiful skin. Unmarked and unblemished, as fine as ivory. Realizing he was stroking circles on her wrist, he dropped her hands as if they were on fire.
“I don’t think…” She touched a hand to her cheek. “He nicked me, but it’s only a scratch. My nose hurts like crazy.”
James touched a finger to her cheek where the blade had left its mark. It was only a scratch, and she would heal. The nose was swollen but looked straight. He’d suffered many a broken nose, enough to know she was fine. There was dried blood above her lip. He wiped at it with his thumb, touching her lip. The skin was soft as a rose petal.
“’Tis fortunate you did not lose your head, lady.”
“I am rather attached to it.” She smiled at him. He felt strange inside, as if he’d been inside all winter locked in the dark and just stepped out into the light, blinking and marveling at the colors around him.
As he was wondering how he was going to manage to stand, his captain appeared by his side, sensing his distress. Renly helped them both up while making it look as if he wasn’t holding James up.
“Thank you for rescuing me. They were going to… Well, it doesn’t matter now that I’m safe.” She wrapped her arms around herself and, realizing she was freezing, James unclasped his cloak and settled it around her shoulders.
She placed a hand on his forearm. Heat from her touch traveled up his arm straight to his battered heart.
“I was wondering, could you tell me what day it is?”
His captain answered, “’Tis the fourteenth of February, my lady.”
“I hope you won’t think it’s weird, but could you also tell me the year?”
Renly gaped. James blinked. From her clothing, he surmised she was highborn, yet from her speech he wasn’t sure, unless she hailed from a distant land. But to ask him the year—mayhap she’d hit her head during the encounter. He decided to humor her.
“’Tis the year of our Lord 1327.”
“Oh. Um… Am I in France?”
How could she not know what country she was in? Was the girl witless? It would be his fate to meet such a fetching wench and have her be feeble. Perchance if she was, she might be the only wench in all the realm that would consider marrying a beast such as he. For she had not blubbered and run after looking upon his face. Certainly ’twas a good omen.
“Nay, lady. You are in England. On my lands. We are not far from Falconburg Castle.”
She heaved a great sigh of relief.
“Oh good. I know Falconburg. I was there earlier today.” Then she slapped a hand over her mouth, as if she shouldn’t have said such a thing. And all manner of alarm swept through him. Had she been sent by one of his many enemies? Perchance sent to taunt and torture him.
She reached out a hand to touch his face, and he flinched.
“You’re hurt. A cut.” She touched a finger to his eyebrow and held it up. It came away red. He reached a hand up to his face.
“’Tis naught but a scratch. Nothing to worry yourself over, my lady.” She would plague him. All women were afraid of him. He knew an enemy had sent her, for she showed no fear to get him to let down his guard. He must
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