“I don’t have much money.” Exactly sixty-two coppers, as a matter of fact. Which was so far away from being able to buy or hire a boat that he would be tempted to laugh, if every reminder of his family didn’t make him feel as if his leg was caught in a trap. “Do you have a mound of fairy gold handy? I could use it.”
Inexplicably, her smile widened. “Wealth can be measured in more ways than by how much coin you have buried under your hearthstone, child. And a woman who is properly…motivated…might move heaven and earth to stay at her lover’s side.”
As if caught by a lodestone, his head turned, seeking out Fiona. He caught her in the act of laughing, her pure, clean profile sharp as a dagger entering his heart.
“Do you love her?” The words were soft.
“Love her?” He shook his head, not in
