Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
13th Nov 2013 from TwitLonger
#DailyLines #MOBY #WRITTENInMYOwnHEARTSBlood #Book8 #brotherlylove
“Mrs. Fraser doctored you?” Grey grinned at his brother. “What did she do to _you_?”
“Well…saved my life, to be perfectly frank.” It was hard to tell in the lantern-light, but Grey thought his brother was blushing slightly.
“Oh. In that case, I’m doubly obliged to her.” He raised the cup again ceremoniously, then drained it. The cider was warm, but went down gratefully after a hot day with no food. “How the hell did you fall into her clutches?” he asked curiously, extending the cup for more.
“I was looking for _you_,” Hal said pointedly. “If you’d been where you were _supposed_ to be…”
“You think I’m supposed to be sitting somewhere waiting for you to turn up without warning and involve me in—do you know you nearly got me _hanged_? Besides, I was busy being kidnapped by James Fraser at the time.”
Hal raised one eyebrow and poured more cider.
“Yes, you did say he’d punched you. What for?”
Grey rubbed two fingers between his brows. He hadn’t really noticed the headache before, only because he’d had it all day. Hal was definitely making it worse, though.
“I couldn’t begin to explain it, Hal,” he said tiredly. “Can you find me a bed? I think I’m going to die, and if by some unfortunate chance I don’t, I’ll have to speak to Willie tomorrow about…well, never mind.” He drank the last of the cider and set down the cup, preparing reluctantly to lift his feet from the soothing oil.