I woke to an empty bed, my hand instinctively reaching across the cool sheets where Kaelen should have been. Early campaign meeting. Right. The memory of his whispered goodbye before dawn surfaced through my sleep-fog. He'd brushed his lips against my forehead, murmuring that he'd return before lunch.
Sunlight streamed through the windows where the curtains hadn't been fully drawn. I stretched, my body aching pleasantly from the previous night's... activities. A flush crept up my neck as fragments of memory flashed through my mind – Kaelen's hands, his mouth, the way he'd growled my name against my skin.
The Yuletide feast had changed something between us. Made everything more intense, more real. Or perhaps it was the looming Wild Hunt that had Kaelen's possessive side in overdrive.
Just two nights away now.
