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“How’s the wound?” I asked.
Draven’s nostrils flared with annoyance. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
I really did wish he’d show it to me then. Clearly it was not fine. He sounded like a familiar echo of myself.
As he saddled the piebald, I saw him grimace and wince more than once.
Stupid, stubborn man.
“What’s the town name?” I called.
He hesitated for a second. “Grimhold.”
“Apt,” I remarked.
He chuckled. “Not everyone is a fan of deep dark woods.”
“They are a little dark, I suppose. But they don’t seem ominous. I’ve already grown used to them. The trees are beautiful in their way. Comforting. And familiar somehow.”
Where had that come from? I felt Draven’s eyes on me and colored.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoy the forest so much because it stretches through the Bloodlands and into Valtain.”
“So much woodland. And completely untouched, too,” I observed.
“It’s been touched near Grimhold. You’ll see they’ve cleared parts of it. But still, those are miniscule areas compared to how vast the forest is.”
“And the fae built this road running through it, the arches we’ve passed,” I mused. “It must be ancient indeed.”
Draven looked as if he were about to say something, then simply nodded. “Lets ride on to Grimhold.”
He paused, frowning at me. “Your hair. It’s different.”
“Is it?” I asked innocently. I touched my braid. “How so?”
He shook his head. “Never mind. I thought... A trick of the light perhaps.”
I grinned behind his back as I followed him over to the horses.
That night, I dreamedDraven was in my tent again.
This time I was very much awake as he parted the tent flap and crawled inside.
I lay on my bedroll unclothed and eager for his touch.
He threw himself over me like a starving animal, his mouth ravaging mine, tearing at the soft plushness of my lips with his teeth, gentle and cruel at the same time.
His hands roamed my body, fingering my breasts, turning my nipples into puckered peaks that screamed for more.
One strong hand slid between my legs, moving into the slick dampness that betrayed exactly how much I wanted him.
I arched upwards as he dragged his tongue over the soft skin of my neck, rubbing myself against his hand, desperate to have those skilled fingers exactly where I needed them.
He snarled as I reached to grapple with the buckle of his belt, feeling him hard as stone through his trousers against my thigh.
He moved his lips to my ear.
“I burn for you, Morgan. You've set me aflame...”
