Danni entered Sarna’s hut shortly after breakfast the following morning, a troubled expression marring his face.
Lara had been waiting for him alone, as the queen was holding a council that morning for her village. She smiled up at him from the chair in which she sat, then frowned. “Danni, what’s the matter?”
He stopped in front of his chair and held a hand out to her. “Try walking a bit. We’ll stay in here.”
She accepted his hand and he assisted her to her feet, not missing the flicker of appreciation across his green eyes at the sight of her in a soft white gown that clung to her curves. Linking her arms through his, they moved slowly around the spacious interior of Sarna’s hut. Her heart had begun to race at the tension she felt coiled in Danni’s body. “Please tell me what’s wrong, D
