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Bliss shook her head. “It is what I sense though I can tell you no more.”

Little by little, Trey understood Bliss’s abilities and at times how frustrating it must be for her, not completely understanding them. But at this moment he was grateful for whatever information she could provide.

He was about to ask if they would meet the two soon, but realized that when she sensed or saw nothing more, there was no point in questioning her. She’d have no answer.

“Do you know exactly where the king’s troops gather?” she asked.

“From what information Roan and Albert supplied, I can only surmise their location, and if I am right, then the king has made a foolish move.”

“I was thinking the same,” she said. “This terrain is not hospitable, and have you seen that snow is already heavy on the mountains?”

Trey nodded and looked out over the landscape, Glen Affric rising in the distance and snow covering more than the peaks. “Aye, I have. Winter will strike hard this year.”

“Making it difficult for the king’s troops to maneuver,” Bliss said.

“A king who does not even know his own kingdom is ill prepared,” Trey said.

“Then surely King Kenneth will fail.”

“Do you see that?” Trey asked anxiously.

Bliss turned her head away for a moment, and Trey wondered what she didn’t want him to see, for to him she wore her thoughts in her eyes and her expressions. He took gentle hold of her chin and turned her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and the answer came to him before he could respond. “I forever ask if you sense or see things. I expect too much of you.”

“Most do.”

That angered him, for he didn’t want to do what others did to her ... want ... more than give.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I admire your skills and the courage it takes to deal with them. Though they intrigue me, you intrigue me more. There is so much more to you than your abilities. You care about helping complete strangers, and you give of your skill to any who ask. And I should know better than to always ask, for I am your husband, and with me it should be different.”

He kissed her then, not a light kiss or an apologetic one, but one filled with love.

Chapter 12

Love.

It was an exquisite feeling though Bliss wondered if Trey experienced its power as much as she did. Was it just another kiss to him, or did he feel the overwhelming punch that love had delivered?

She didn’t want the kiss to end, but then she never wanted his kisses to end. His kisses not only sparked her passion, they brought her mind some rest, and that was a precious gift.

“Kissing you is so very different than any kiss I have ever experienced,” he said after he ran his lips gently over hers one last time.

“How so?” she whispered.

“It consumes me and I feel ...”

Bliss knew his words trailed off because he wasn’t quite sure how he felt, and that meant he needed to discover the depth of love that she had felt.

Trey shook his head. “I cannot say for sure.”

“In time,” she encouraged, and gave his cheek a kiss. “Now we must not dally any longer.”

“But I so want to dally,” he teased, and nibbled at her lips.

She chuckled and shook her head. “As much as I wouldn’t mind dallying, myself, we cannot. It is time for us to move on. A troop approaches.”

They didn’t hesitate. Trey quickly looked around, and with no refuge in sight, he chose the only thing left to them ... the trees.

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