Page 62 of The Herald's Heart
Talon had been so concerned with Larkin’s dallying that he’d failed to notice the water already covered his feet. He grabbed her hand and strode in the direction of the new door into the keep.
“Hurry.”
Larkin slogged along behind him as best she could, but the water dragged at her skirts, making swift progress impossible. “Stop a moment.” She pulled her hand from his, forcing him to halt.
“We don’t have time to wait for ...” He turned around to find her lifting her sopping skirts between her legs and tucking the hem into her kirtle. “What are you doing?”
“Ready.” She picked up his hand.
“Aye.” He set off again. Now was definitely not the time to comment on her shapely legs.
They waded down the passage going deeper into the cliff side. The water level sank to ankle depth as they neared the door.
“Thank heaven.” Larkin rested against the wall.
Talon reached for the handle. “Indeed. ’Twill be glad I am to get into the keep.” He pushed, but nothing happened.
He jerked, pulled, and tugged, but the door remained closed. All thought of lost dreams fled before the knowledge that he and Larkin might drown this night.
