Chapitre 59: Chapter 59: Amidst the Calamity

Mercy Hall

Anger consumes her, eating away at her last bit of resolve. Dismissed like a whelp of a child doesn't appeal to her on any level. She's twenty-one, well past the age of childhood. So, why should she take it?

No reason comes to thought. When she finds the camp, she plans to give Ambrose a piece of her mind, him and his friend, Braylin.

She draws the laces of her boot around her leg then secures the ends. When she finishes, she repeats the process with the other, pulling the ties a bit tighter.

Her focus drifts to his tunic. "Aye, I do have a thing or two to say." She lifts the garment and tosses it over her shoulder.

A swirling mixture of his scent mingles with hers. The aftermath of their lovemaking wafts from the fabric.

Eyes closed, she breaths in the enticing aroma. Images of his body against hers flood her mind.