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He was an elemental force, a potent storm she had invited into her life.
She was abounding, thriving, overflowing with an incandescence she never thought possible.
She’d never dared think of a future with him.
But now, entwined in his arms, she jolted in a heart-quaking realisation. For she couldn’t see one without him.
Training in the íkhara ceased as Killen worked towards full recuperation.
The break meant Sana’a had time to pursue some intel she’d received.
One morning, after a sweet, long lovemaking session, she turned to her lover. ‘Can I leave you in the hands of Kaxim and Kione for a day or two?’
Killen pulled back from her chest where he’d been lying. ‘Where are you going?’
They lay in his bed in the kíota, their naked limbs kissed by the glow of the early morning sun and their recent passion.
Her eyes fell on the view outside the window, her expression lost in a far-off thought. ‘I have a personal matter to take care of,’ she said.
He stroked her hair, noting she’d skirted around her reasons for leaving.
‘Khany’s, you can trust me with your mystery trip,’ he urged, nuzzling her neck, stroking the skin under her breast bone and tracking lower.
‘Can’t a woman have her secrets?’ she murmured.
Glimpsing the tautness in her jaw, he let it go and kept silent, not having the will nor right to control her.
‘I’ll only be for a day or two,’ she promised.
‘That’s one day or two without you,’ he groused, his lips capturing hers.
Before long, she was moaning and twisting in his arms as he brought her to yet another incandescent orgasm.
A few hours later, she was ready to leave.
With a sweet kiss on his cheek, she soared away from the sky-high edifice, angling into a steep dive to the surface.
Not long after, accompanied by his two Armourers, Killen left the kíota and flew south to the Kainôs encampment.
‘You’ll be safer amongst the warriors,’ Kaxim insisted. ‘Also, we don’t want to babysit you while the army trains without a Commander.’
‘Neither do we want to be the ones watching over you as you brood without your woman?’
Killen’s eyes narrowed as he wheeled to a stop mid-air. ‘You know about us?’
Kione guffawed. ‘Pay up, Xim, he’s admitted it! I was right!’
‘Fokk,’ Kaxim sucked his teeth, handing over a gem to his fellow Armourer.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Killen grumbled although he’d caught onto the gist of it.
Killen chortled. ‘We bet that you and Sana’a were kicking it. You just confirmed it and made me one gem richer. For that, I thank you, Kíríga. What an awesome benefactor of a King.’
Killen joined Kaxim in his exasperation, turning his wings away and racing off towards the falling sun.
Now Killen stood just outside his tiny tent, beside the commanders’ kälajan, where Kaxim had placed him while continuing their ruse.
It was just after their evening repast. Most warriors were either in their tents half asleep or wiling their free time, playing their horns and flutes before a series of great outdoor fires.
