The Wolf and the Dove

By: Kathleen E. Woodiwis


“What the devil?” he cried and stepped to her. He yanked her to her feet, making Aislinn lose her grip on the kirtle. She stood naked as he stared down at her, his face black with ire. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Her eyes widened in feigned innocence. “Are slaves not chained, milord? You see I am not aware of their treatment because I’ve only been a slave these past few months. Since the Normans’ coming, milord.”