Chapter Thirteen

I watched out of the window until I could see Godwin’s army approaching.  Without waiting for Kenton’s approval, I flung the door open and shouted for him as I ran into his arms.

Although I wanted nothing more than to spit in his face, I returned his kisses with the passion that one would expect to be in a woman who’d been kept from her one true love for two years.

“My love,” he laughed wildly while saying between my fervent kisses, “my beautiful Missy,  I can’t breathe.”

I stopped kissing him and buried my face into his neck – more to hide my revulsion than anything else – while I murmured my woes at being kept from him.

“I thought I was only going for a short visit.  My grandfather said that he wanted to show me my heritage.  I had no idea that I’d be kept a prisoner,” I whimpered.  “Do you still want me?  Tell me that you still love me, God