Page 19 of Lumi
Damian looked into my eyes with warm sympathy. “I didn’t mean to upset ye. It’s a song worth singin’, and ye have such a lovely voice, Lumi.”
His compliment made me self-aware and shy. I felt my cheeks warm, and my stomach did a flip. “Year 1688 to 1746.”
“What is that?”
“The Jacobite uprising.”
The corner of Damian’s lip tugged upward. “Is there anythin’ ye don’t know?”
“I didn’t know the story behind the song.”
We both looked down at River. She was fast asleep and hadn’t reacted to our talking.
“How about I carry her back to bed?” With careful movements, Damian lifted River’s limp body onto his shoulder as if she was a baby, and then he stood up with her in his arms and looked down at me. “It’s late. Ye should find yer bed too.”
I nodded, feeling a pang of jealousy, and muttered low, “If I’d fallen asleep, would you have carried me upstairs as well?”
Damian gave me a glance over his shoulder that made me think that he heard me, but he didn’t answer.
