Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 98745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Noble waited, seeing her silently debate what to tell him. He hoped she would choose to trust him with the truth, but nightmares could frighten one silent and he would not hold it against her if she did not choose to discuss it with him, at least for now.
“I should have thanked you earlier for being there for me last night. Your presence brought me great comfort and I do appreciate it,” she said and hesitated a moment before she continued, though was grateful her husband waited and did not demand she confide in him. “I have suffered nightmares since returning home from my time at the abbey and my escape.”
“You need not suffer them alone any longer. I will be there to give you what comfort I can.”
“I appreciate that,” Leora said, and that he cared enough to do so had her feeling a gentle squeeze to her heart.
“It is my duty as your husband.”
And the gentle squeeze turned to a twisting pain, and she snapped at him. “You are definitely a horse’s arse.” She directed her horse away from him or else she feared she would punch him.
Her abrupt departure did not let her see Noble’s slight smile. Another well laid battle strategy that would have him seeing victory soon enough. The only problem was that it troubled him since it was a lie and he had cautioned her about lying. He had not comforted her out of duty. He had comforted her because it had hurt him to see her suffering. Was victory that important to him that he would lie?
He rode after her and came up alongside her.
“I do not want to talk to you,” she said without looking at him.
“Good, since it is I who has something to say to you.” When she still refused to look at him, he continued talking. “I live by a code of honor, and I would fail that honor if I did not live by my own words. I told you that lies do not help a marriage and I meant it. I just lied to you. I did not comfort you out of duty. I comforted you last night because I did not like seeing you suffer.”
Leora turned her head quickly his way. “You cared that I suffered?”
“I did. It hurt me to see you in the throes of a nightmare and unable to do anything about it and when you reached out to me for help, it made me only more determined to do what I could to ease your suffering.”
“It was instinct, my reaching out to you. I knew I could depend on you and your arms wrapped protectively around me allowed me to sleep peacefully. I truly appreciate what you did for me.”
“And I will do it again most willingly and not out of duty,” Noble said, and his heart nearly stopped when she turned a brilliant smile on him. Good Lord, but she was a beauty. He had never known a woman with such astonishing features. It was no wonder men melted when she smiled.
“I thank you for that, husband, and I apologize for calling you a horse’s arse even though you deserved it,” she said with a teasing twinkle in her eyes.
He smiled, thinking that life with his wife might be good just the way she was.
He heard the hiss of the arrow before it struck but he had no time to react or to know where it would land. He barely had time to catch his wife around her waist, after the arrow struck the side of her head, and stop her from falling off her horse.
“FIND HIM NOW!”
Leora cringed upon hearing the powerful roar, it sending a sharp pain shooting through her head.
“The bleeding won’t stop.”
Who was bleeding? What was going on? Was she caught in another nightmare? Nay, that was her husband’s voice she heard. Husband. Aye, she had a husband and he sounded worried.
“It is a head wound and minor at that. Head wounds always bleed a lot.”
“Finley,” she said, recognizing his voice.
“She knows my voice, a good sign,” Finley said, sounding pleased.
“Leora, open your eyes!” her husband demanded.
“Must you always command?” she asked, cringing from the pain that radiated in her head.
“Please open your eyes, wife,” Noble said and got a stunned look from Finley since please was not a word Noble spoke often, if at all.
She struggled to open them. “It is not easy with this vicious pain in my head.”
“The arrow caught the side of your head an—”
Her eyes shot open, and she cringed at the sudden pain that hit her again. “I was struck by an arrow? Am I bleeding?” Her hand rushed to her head.
Noble grabbed her wrist. “Leave it be. There is a cloth there to stop the bleeding.”
“Does it still bleed? Is the wound deep? Is the cloth clean? Is—”