“How is the lass?” Molly asked Aiden as he stepped into the hallway.
Aiden was still trying to come to terms with the situation of having found a beautiful half-drowned woman whom he’d seen in his dreams almost all his life, and he didn’t hear Molly’s question at first until she repeated it.
“Weary, but awake.” He followed the innkeeper back down the stairs. “She says her name is Anna, but she seems to have no memory of anything but her first name. She speaks English, but she also speaks . . . Danish, I think, if I recognized it correctly.”
“What?” Molly blinked as they reached the bottom of the stairs. The taproom was full of customers, mostly men who worked on the docks, along with the occasional traveler who stayed at the inn. Her exclamation drew a few curious looks, and Aiden kept
