She’d witnessed and learned so much over the past months that the incredulous story she was hearing made perfect sense. Tara was full of emotion as she listened to Fiona’s speech pattern and watched her body language. There was no denying the resemblance. Dennis, on the other hand, hadn’t spent the hours in study of the mystical arts like Tara and he required a more in-depth explanation. Even with all that had happened he had a difficult time grasping things.“Never mind,” Tara said as she patted her brother’s hand. “It’ll all make sense someday.” “How are ya feeling, truly?” Fiona asked Tara.“I feel fantastic,” she replied. “It’s nothing like when I first arrived. I was off from the minute we...err... landed and I grew progressively weaker. Except for, let me think, there was a time when I felt a little more like myself, but I can’t put my finger on just when it was.&rdquo

 Her backside hurt from being forced to balance on the pommel of the military saddle. The musky scent of Joshua’s skin that she’d found so alluring in the past repulsed her now. She seethed inwardly as the reality of everything that occurred set in and the memories came forth. As his arm tightened around her waist and her body stiffened, the saddle irritated her all the more. She didn’t care. He’d fooled her twice. There would be no third time.Her mind raced with what to do. She was no longer disoriented and weak, but did he realize that? Perhaps it would be in her best interest not to let him see that she was well and healthy. At least until she could figure out a plan of action. As much as it repulsed her to do so, she leaned into him and feigned fainting. His hand came up to stroke her hair and her nostrils filled with his scent. She felt repulse and it took considerable effort to maintain control to hide it. He slowed his horse down to a gent