![]() Seconds later the comforting aroma of her favorite tea wafted over to her.Īdelaide twisted her napkin in her hands. “Of course you can, but then who would you have to talk to? This is the third night in a row My Lady, perhaps you should tell Byron.” Marius lifted the kettle from the stove and poured the hot water into the waiting tea pot. “You didn’t have to get up, I am perfectly capable of making a cup of tea,” she said smiling at him from the chair he had steered her to. She hadn’t been up for more than five minutes when her squire Marius joined her. ![]() Silently she walked downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. Quietly she slipped from under the covers and picked up her robe from the foot of the bed and tip toed out of their room. For the third night in a row she had a nightmare where she watched as a young girl calling out for her son Aiden was murdered. She looked over to where her mate lay, still sound asleep. Adelaide McKenzie gasped and sat up in bed. ![]()
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