“Why are you so nice to me?”
“Should I not be?” Balgair asked, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear.
She had never been asked a question like that, which made her think. “If you had asked me that yesterday, I might have said no.” Heather leaned her head into his touch. “My parents were the closest thing to nobility in this village. I was a spoiled woman who treated people horribly.” She whispered, closing her eyes.
“And you’ll be spoiled again, but as my bean-cheangail,” Balgair commented. “No woman of mine will wear second-hand clothes.” His grin was contagious, and Heather found herself relaxing under his touch.
Balgair nodded at the inn-keep and his soon-to-be-bond, who had been casually watching over them. “Thank you,” he mouthed, receiving a nod from Brandyn and a smile from Lucy. He waited until Heather wiped her eyes with her hands and then brushed her fingers through her hair.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly realized he wouldn’t leave her. I wonder what it w…
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