Lost Creek Hollow a brief history of time

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mona had fast determined a dour opinion of herself and her actions: she was unmarried, with children very soon to be born out of wedlock. even if the seawolf had been close, it would have been easier, knowing that the father of the babes she carried would be aware of their natural father, perhaps involved with him. gannet was wrong, surely; it would matter that her sons and daughters would watch rannoch and liffey, would watch terance and treason, and have only mona in their own lives.
as it was, mona could only remember the shade of the man's eyes, the way the ocean was locked into the tresses of his fur, how he had embraced her — the memory of that made her shiver even these days. for now, however, the little mayfair glanced at gannet for a long moment, wondering if he too would judge her as treason had. "i did not know him."