TO TAME A HAWK 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

"Whom have you offended?" Her husband shook her smartly. "Who seeks to kill you?""How do you know it wasn't you they were after, that it wasn't just a bad shot?""Nobody wants to kill me, lass.""From what I hear your last lover tried to do just that," she retorted nastily.He paled ever so slightly beneath the flawless bronze of his skin.The blacksmith laughed.Her neck was getting sore from peering up at him. "Get off me," she growled at her husband.She wasn't prepared when the Hawk's eyes darkened and he rolled over and pushed her from him."Though you persist in rejecting me, wife, I think you nay need me," Hawk said softly."I don't think so," she retorted fiercely."I'll be here, should you reconsider.""I'll take my chances. No one shot anything in my direc-tron until you showed up. That makes two attempts that 1 know of on you, and none on me." She stood up, brushing her gown off. Dirt and nettles stuck to the heavy fabric. She tugged a few leaves from her hair and dusted o

As Hawk trod the cobbled walkway to the entrance of Dalkeith, he laughed aloud at the false image he'd created in his mind of Mad Janet. He realized that James had obvi-ously known no more about her than anyone else, because James never would have bound the Hawk to such a woman had he known what she was truly like. She was too beauti-ful, too fiery. James had intended Hawk to suffer, and the only way a man would suffer around this woman was if he couldn't get his hands on her, if he couldn't taste her kisses and enjoy her sensual promise.Hawk had expected nothing like the shimmering, silken creature of passionate temperament he'd found at the forge. He'd sent Grimm on the last day to wed the lass by proxy, fully intending to ignore her when she arrived. He'd made it clear that no one was to welcome her. Life would go on at Dalkeith as if nothing had changed. He'd decided that if she was half as mad as the gossips claimed, she probably wouldn't even be able to understand that she was

Adrienne had learned to examine facts and deal with reality, regardless of how irrational the immediate reality ap peared to be. New Orleans born and raised, she understood that buman logic couldn't explain everything. Sometimes there was a larger logic at work something tantalizingly beyond her comprehension. Lately, Adrienne felt more sur-prised when things made sense than when they didn't-st least when things were odd she was on familiar territory. Despite its being highly illogical and utterly improbable, all five of her senses insisted that she wasn't exactly in Kansas anymore.A dim memory teased the periphery of her mind. What had she been doing just before she'd found herself on the Comyn's lap? The hours before were hazy, uncertain She could recall the uneasy feeling of being watched and what else? An odd scent, rich and spicy, that she smelled just before she'd... what? Adrienne pushed hard against a blanket of confusion and succeeded only in mak ing her head throb.She stru

A shower. That was it. What Adrienne wouldn't give for thirty minutes of steam rolling in thick clouds, a rich lather of Aveda soap, shampoos and body oils and a fluffy white towel to dry off with.She paid careful attention to embellishing the finer nu-ances of her fantasy shower to keep her mind off Him while she located the gardens. She found them behind the castle, one had to cut through the kitchens to get there, or walk all the way around the castle-and all the way around was a long walk."Well, poke in a little more than your wee nose, I'll say. I'd like to be seeing all of our new lady," a voice beckoned from within the kitchen.Adrienne stepped in curiously. The kitchen was unlike anything she'd imagined existed this far back in time. It was huge, well-designed, and spotless. The central focus of the room was a massive column fireplace that offered an open-ing on each side, quadrupling the cooking areas. A stone chimney climbed to a vent at the high ceiling. Upon closer inspe

"POISON." HAWK'S FACE WAS GRIM AND DARK. HE CAREFULLY studied the tiny dart the aged healer had laid upon the cloth."Callabron." The healer combed his fingers through his long white beard and lowered himself into a chair by Adri-enne's side.Hawk groaned. Callabron was not a gentle poison. A vicious and slow toxin, it would cause lingering pain for days before it ended in death by suffocation as the toxin slowly paralyzed the body from the outside in.The Hawk knew there was no cure. He'd heard of the toxin during his service to King James. It was rumored to have claimed the lives of many royal siblings. When one sought to remove a future king, one took no chances with a poison that might fail. Hawk dropped his head in his hands and rubbed his sore and bleary eyes furiously. The intensity of the heat from the high flames wasn't helping But the heat would help her, the healer bad said. It might break the fever. Still she would dieTake me just leave her unharmed! Hawk wished with all