She stared at Hunter; he stared at the doorway. When at last he looked at her, his eyes churned darkly with emotion. He returned to his pallet and sat down, legs crossed at the ankles in front of him. With a sigh, he reclaimed his flint and bone punch, bending over the flat rock he used as a base for his work.
"You will sleep. I will watch."
The stony mask of anger that hooded his face did a poor job of concealing his pain. He loved his cousin, yet he had defended her against him. Loretta lay down, but sleep was beyond her. Seconds dragged by, mounting into minutes, and still the silence rang out, broken only by the report of bone against flint.
Loretta swallowed. "Hunter?"
His indigo gaze met hers.
"Thank you. For--defending me."
Almost imperfectibly, he inclined his head. "Sleep, Blue Eyes. It is well.
"You will sleep. I will watch."
The stony mask of anger that hooded his face did a poor job of concealing his pain. He loved his cousin, yet he had defended her against him. Loretta lay down, but sleep was beyond her. Seconds dragged by, mounting into minutes, and still the silence rang out, broken only by the report of bone against flint.
Loretta swallowed. "Hunter?"
His indigo gaze met hers.
"Thank you. For--defending me."
Almost imperfectibly, he inclined his head. "Sleep, Blue Eyes. It is well.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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