Horizon Ridge Even Roses have Thorns

A sixth sense cautioned Thistle to move quickly as she sat up quickly startled by another's form. She must have dozed off without meaning too. She looked around blinking hard trying to clear the cobwebs that had settled in her mind.

She turned her head to find a female standing near her with graceful looks. It made Thistle feel large and ungainly in proportion. But it was okay she had every reason to be big at the moment.

She tilted her head and spoke softly I'm Thistle Cloud. You smell like my husbands former home. Who might you be? A sister? A mother? One of his many dalliances? Thistle found that she really was far too tired to care if she was one of his dalliances normally jealous would eat her alive, but today today she was just exhausted.