Fair, Bright, and Terrible (Welsh Blades #2)

The Opening

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S he could not stop it. She could only command her legs to move, move quickly, do not make a sound, do not let him hear the awful racking sobs that had begun in the first breath after she had convulsed in release beneath him.

It was appalling. She stopped at the seat beside the window and shoved a pillow hard against her mouth and was stunned to find she could not control it. It was outside all her experience of herself. She was no stranger to weeping, had known tears enough for a lifetime – but this was something more, something that terrified her. Frantic, she pulled her heavy robe over nakedness, biting her lips together in an attempt to contain the sounds that leapt from her throat. If he heard her sobbing, he would come to her. He would comfort her and ask why she wept and she had no answer. She only had her mortification and horrible, uncontrollable, inexplicable sobs.