In the morning, the bright, golden sunlight peeked softly through the thin curtains of the Boar's Head Inn. The storm had finally passed, leaving the world outside washed clean and quiet.
Delaney snuggled closer to the source of the incredible, comforting heat beside her. She felt entirely safe, wrapped in a strong, heavy embrace. The terrible nightmares of the rain and the wrecked carriage were completely gone, chased away by the steady, rhythmic beating of a heart beneath her ear.
Slowly, with a soft sigh, she opened her hazel eyes.
The events of the stormy night rushed back into her mind. She blinked, her vision clearing in the morning light. She looked down and saw her and Rowan, completely tangled in the white linen sheets of the narrow bed.
