Page 48 of A Scot's Devotion

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“I hope so.” She leaned her head against his shoulder again, and her eyes slid shut, her words mumbled as she grew sleepier. “I could use a family...after all, I abandoned mine.”

At first, he didn’t know what she meant, then he did.

She was referring to her Fae family.

“Aidan,” she whispered, nuzzling her face against his neck.

“Aye, lass?”

“Take me to bed.”

Adrenaline surged through him at her request. At what he felt she craved even from the edge of slumber. What her body craved. So though he knew better, that she needed rest, he didn’t ask if she were sure but took her straight to bed.