Gavin continued to remain by Gwen’s side. He, in fact, refused to be relieved until morning, much to the surprise of Greylen’s men, whom she’d met that afternoon. His loyalty to her meant more than he’d ever know.

They dined that night with Lady Madelyn, Isabelle, and Duncan. They spoke of things clearly insignificant, obviously avoiding any subjects that might cause her unease.

Afterward, they sat by the fire while Isabelle played the piano—the harpsichord—in the corner. The music was haunting, and Gwen watched as Gavin repeatedly stole looks at Greylen’s sister. He seemed so taken with her, and Gwen sensed that his feelings ran very deep.

Anna came in later and asked Gwen to accompany her upstairs. She had a bath waiting by the fire and washed Gwen’s hair before helping her dress. Gwen smiled sadly as Anna held open another of Greylen’s shirts. Then she led her to the hearth and brushed her hair. Anna asked if she’d like her to stay, but Gwen declined. As soon as she left, Gwen walked to the nightstand to look for the letter she’d placed there earlier. She couldn’t find it and instinctively opened the top drawer. Someone had placed her letter inside.

When she picked it up, she saw a wooden medallion attached to a thick leather cord. She snatched it immediately and sat on the bed. The dark polished wood had a design etched on its face. A dragon—fierce and beautiful at the same time. She turned it over and saw Greylen’s initials. Gwen walked to the door to ask Gavin about it. He stood just outside and smiled when he saw her.

“Nice bedgown, lady,” he remarked dryly.

“Shut up, Gavin.” She laughed, taken by the sparkle in his eyes. “Could you tell me about this, please?” she asked, holding the medallion before him.

He took it in his hand, fingering the etched design. “Greylen’s father made it for him years ago,” he explained. “The dragon is his crest, lady, for he slays all that comes before him.”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “That’s very comforting, Gavin,” she replied sarcastically. He turned her around and tied it behind her neck. She took a deep breath, strangely calmed by wearing it, then regarded Gavin once again. “Come back inside, Gavin. I’ll not have you stand for the rest of the night,” she ordered, pointing toward the door.

He had come in and took a seat by the fireplace, affording her a modicum of privacy. She had walked to the window, catching her breath at the sky alight with more stars than she’d ever seen.