“How do you feel? Your voice sounds a little bit better, thank God.”
“Yes, it’s not quite so bad now. Sit here beside me. Thomas will come soon.”
When Thomas, William, Tysen, and Jeremy arrived a half hour later, bursting through the door into the cottage, they saw Jenny sitting on a narrow dirty cot holding Meggie’s hand. Lord Kipper lay unconscious on the floor, his wrists bound with the knotted string he’d used to strangle Meggie, his shirt ripped off him, the remnants tying his ankles together.
Thomas walked to the cot, stood there over her, saying not a word until Jenny eased out of the way.
Meggie smiled, a very big smile, and said, her voice not as raw now, “Jenny saved us. She hit him over the head when he was strangling me.”
Strangling her. Oh God, he was trembling, he just couldn’t help it. He stood there like a palsied man, trembling, so weak with relief, with gratitude to Jenny MacGraff that he wanted to shout with it.
Meggie smiled when her father shoved Thomas out of the way, came down to sit beside her on the cot, and held her close. He buried his face in her hair. “My dearest heart, you’re alive. This was too close, Meggie. Far too close. Your voice—that will probably take some time to heal. Are you all right?”
“Oh yes,” Meggie said, “I’m just fine now,” and she looked toward her husband, who was staring down at her, and that look on his face was one of hunger, immense hunger. “Let me see my husband, Father,” and Tysen smiled, hugged her one last time and went to stand by William, who was holding Jenny tightly against his side, and there was Jeremy, smiling toward her, nodding, and there was gratitude and immense relief in his eyes.
“Thomas,” she said, everything she felt in her voice, shining on her face. “Please come and hold me.”
When his arms went around her, when she was pressed against his shoulder, breathing in his scent, when she felt him trembling, she knew everything was going to be all right. She realized in that instant that she felt whole and somehow new. Life was different now because she was different. She saw things in a way she never had before. She knew what was important now, knew it all the way to her soul. It was her husband. It was Thomas. She looked again at Jeremy, saw a man she would like and admire for the rest of her life, her children playing with his, this man, her almost dratted cousin, who cared enough about her to come with her father and Mary Rose to Pendragon.
He was Jeremy now. He was exactly what he should be.
She felt Thomas easing her back in his arms, and she smiled up at him, touching her fingertips to his lips, seeing all of him now, seeing the endless love for her in his dark eyes, the fear that he’d almost lost her this one final time. He was hers now, and she wanted him with all her spirit and heart.
She said, wishing she didn’t still sound so very much like a croaking toad, “My throat will be all right. I’m very sorry that you’ve been so scared for me.”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Don’t talk. I don’t want you in more pain.”
“Believe me, it doesn’t hurt me to tell you how I feel. I have never been more pleased to see anyone in my whole life. When you came bursting through that door, I knew that our life would never be the same again. There would be no more doubts, no more suspicions, you would never again wonder about what your wife thought and felt. I saw you, Thomas, really saw you. I realized that I love you. With all my heart. I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone, ever.”
He hurt her he hugged her so tightly against him, but Meggie didn’t mind. She closed her eyes, kissed his neck, and felt his heart beating, steady and strong, against hers. She looked over at William, who was still hugging Jenny tightly, whispering against her temple, kissing her hair. It made Meggie wonder if just perhaps there might be something worth saving in William after all. One thing she knew for sure, no one would ever know that he wasn’t the earl of Lancaster’s second son.