But the forest-green gaze slid beyond her to fasten on her escort.
"See her away—"
"No…" she began, but the gaze was gone, far beyond both of them, into some realm she could not follow. She watched the thick brown lashes drift closed, cutting her off. She could not hold his gaze, could not hold him. She let go of his hand.
She could not afford to upset her Viking masters. She could not bring an unknown and dangerous fighting man into the camp, an Englishman.
She looked at the cut on the muddied swell of his thigh. He was not her responsibility. She had more responsibility than she knew how to endure. She should leave this man, this stranger, this warrior creature to his own fate.
Even the stranger had seen the truth of that.
She knew what her decision was. She straightened up.
She would have to be quick. Very, very quick.
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