Mya removed her gown and chemise, then changed into Erik's tunic which fell to her knees. For a single moment she stood in the cabin alone, her arms wrapped around her torso as she basked in his scent that was so embedded in the cloth that she was sure it would never completely come out. Then she moved to the hearth and threw her clothes into it.

Her body shook with a mixture of misery and anger when she thought of the night's events. So much life had been lost, so much death had ...