AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She had to smile though the occasion certainly didn’t call for it, but she couldn’t help herself. It was wonderful to know how attuned he was to her and how he didn’t get annoyed with her over it. He simply waited for her to accept how closely they were tied.
Duncan and Mercy may have had real, solid chains that bound them, but Trey and she were bound by a solid force that no one could destroy.
She was about to share what she had sensed when a vision hit her so hard that it drove her to her knees.
Wild and screaming, Leora rushed at her. “Bring him home. Bring him home now, I need him. Now! Now! Now!”
“Now! Now! Now!” Bliss yelled, as her eyes sprang open.
She was in Trey’s arms, his expression one of sheer determination.
“I was about to shake you senseless to wake you.”
“It was a brief vision.”
“Leora?”
Bliss nodded. “She wants you to return home. She says she needs you.”
“She is dead. What can she need from me?”
“I don’t know, but I do know we will find out soon.”
Trey scooped her up in his arms. “But not now, not here, not tonight.”
She was glad when he carried her to the cottage and said no more.
Once inside, there was some preparing to be done. A fire needed starting, the small space needed sweeping, and the bed needed tending. They both went to work, wanting it all done as soon as possible.
“I’m thinking that I would prefer a cottage of our own rather than a bedchamber in the keep,” Trey said, sending a grin her way as he stoked the fire. “More privacy.”
The words spilled out of her mouth before she could call them back. “What of my cottage?”
Trey stood and slipped off his shirt. “A place to visit.”
It wasn’t that she had expected a different answer. After all, women followed where their husbands went, but then, to her, Trey wasn’t like other husbands. He was different, and that was what she loved about him. She also had to consider that he served the true king. He had a duty ... but, then, so did she.
He stepped toward her, and she took a step away. He was too appealing bare-chested, and this issue needed to be discussed before she surrendered to him, and perhaps that was her worry. That she would surrender everything to him, and what would be left of her, her people, her ways?
The thought suddenly frightened her. Was love demanding too much? Or was she surrendering too much?
“We need to talk,” she said, her hand going up to stop his approach.
He laughed. “Now is not the time for talk.”
She kept her eyes on his face, the sight of him half-naked making her hands itch to touch him. “Appease me.”
He grinned wickedly. “I’d rather pleasure you.”
“Consider it a prelude to our lovemaking.”
His grin vanished in a flash. “A necessary one?”
She nodded.
“This night was meant for us. Can this not wait?”
She supposed she could let it go for now and discuss it another time with him, but that would be one more step to complete surrender. Would she lose another part of herself? Her abilities were part of who she was, and, while at times, she found them a burden, she could not live without them. They defined her.
