grew foggy.
“It’s so beautiful,” was all she managed to press out before the fog swallowed her consciousness.
Killmar brushed back a lock of hair from her face. He had dried and placed her under the furs soon after she fainted. He had to admit though, that although successful, his experiment had a lot of unexpected consequences.
She sleepily opened her eyes, finding herself curled up against his naked body. “What—”
He smirked. “Good morning, beautiful.”
She quickly propped herself upright. “What is going on here?”
He did his best to look as innocent as possible. “Whatever do you mean?”
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she recalled what had happened the previous night. A girlish reaction she had thought taken from her by coarse hands. “Did we . . . ?”
“Did we what?”
“You know.”
He fought down a smile. “No, I don’t. What?”
She felt strangely embarrassed by the whole affair and could not even look him in the eye. “Did we spend the night together?”
“Of course, we always spend nights together.”
“Seven hells, man, did we fuck or not?” she said strangely irritated, although she was not sure if his or her own behaviour was the cause.
His smile broadened at her outburst. “Aren’t you a naughty little minx for jumping to that conclusion? Why do you believe that we spent this night differently than any other?”
She slid back under the furs. “Well, I was . . . and you were . . . oh never mind.”
“Well, now that you are awake, I suppose we can move along,” he said as he stood and started getting dressed.
She blew a lock of hair from her face in a very unladylike fashion. “What was that last night?”
“I’m not sure; you just suddenly fainted. Perhaps we should slow our pace some more?” he answered as he pulled on a boot.
She lay under the furs a while longer, waiting for him to turn his back before she followed suit. Then she noticed it. Her bruises, their ache, were all gone.
He glanced at her restored body and thought, Truly breathtaking.
As she pulled on her black tunic and trousers, she said, “You healed me.”
“What? I don’t know what you are talking about. The water from the hot spring must have some healing properties.”
“No, last night with that blue light, you healed me.”
“Blue light?” he asked confused.
She lowered her gaze, and again she felt a pang of irritation. “Yes, you held me . . . and well . . . stroked me with your hand . . . and there was this blue light.”
He laughed. “Oh? You are a naughty little minx, dreaming about me in such a way. You’ll make me blush.”
She pouted. “Must you always tease me?”
He walked over to her and whispered, “It is quite entertaining,” before kissing her on the cheek. “Break down the camp.”
She lifted her hand to her cheek, unsure of the intention behind it. However, he disappeared into the nearby vegetation before she could make any enquiry. She stood there for a moment with her hand against her cheek, grinning like a fool before realising she was doing just that. Feeling a bit silly, she turned her attention to the routine of breaking down the camp.
Killmar moved fast and stopped at the rendezvous location in under a minute. “Any contracts?”
A woman dropped out of a nearby tree. She looked like a common beggar; on the street of any Eranian city she’d be indistinguishable from her peers, but here in the wilderness, she seemed a bit out of place. “Hundreds, as usual.”
“Why have you failed to adapt to the environment?” he asked in a scolding tone.
The woman explained carefully. “I got held up by one of my informants. I deemed his information of enough worth to delay my departure. I forwent camouflage to make the rendezvous. Don’t worry, I took steps to ensure I wasn’t followed.”
“Any contracts of worth?” he asked after deciding killing her would be more trouble than it was worth.
“A few, but I think you’ll
“It’s so beautiful,” was all she managed to press out before the fog swallowed her consciousness.
Killmar brushed back a lock of hair from her face. He had dried and placed her under the furs soon after she fainted. He had to admit though, that although successful, his experiment had a lot of unexpected consequences.
She sleepily opened her eyes, finding herself curled up against his naked body. “What—”
He smirked. “Good morning, beautiful.”
She quickly propped herself upright. “What is going on here?”
He did his best to look as innocent as possible. “Whatever do you mean?”
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she recalled what had happened the previous night. A girlish reaction she had thought taken from her by coarse hands. “Did we . . . ?”
“Did we what?”
“You know.”
He fought down a smile. “No, I don’t. What?”
She felt strangely embarrassed by the whole affair and could not even look him in the eye. “Did we spend the night together?”
“Of course, we always spend nights together.”
“Seven hells, man, did we fuck or not?” she said strangely irritated, although she was not sure if his or her own behaviour was the cause.
His smile broadened at her outburst. “Aren’t you a naughty little minx for jumping to that conclusion? Why do you believe that we spent this night differently than any other?”
She slid back under the furs. “Well, I was . . . and you were . . . oh never mind.”
“Well, now that you are awake, I suppose we can move along,” he said as he stood and started getting dressed.
She blew a lock of hair from her face in a very unladylike fashion. “What was that last night?”
“I’m not sure; you just suddenly fainted. Perhaps we should slow our pace some more?” he answered as he pulled on a boot.
She lay under the furs a while longer, waiting for him to turn his back before she followed suit. Then she noticed it. Her bruises, their ache, were all gone.
He glanced at her restored body and thought, Truly breathtaking.
As she pulled on her black tunic and trousers, she said, “You healed me.”
“What? I don’t know what you are talking about. The water from the hot spring must have some healing properties.”
“No, last night with that blue light, you healed me.”
“Blue light?” he asked confused.
She lowered her gaze, and again she felt a pang of irritation. “Yes, you held me . . . and well . . . stroked me with your hand . . . and there was this blue light.”
He laughed. “Oh? You are a naughty little minx, dreaming about me in such a way. You’ll make me blush.”
She pouted. “Must you always tease me?”
He walked over to her and whispered, “It is quite entertaining,” before kissing her on the cheek. “Break down the camp.”
She lifted her hand to her cheek, unsure of the intention behind it. However, he disappeared into the nearby vegetation before she could make any enquiry. She stood there for a moment with her hand against her cheek, grinning like a fool before realising she was doing just that. Feeling a bit silly, she turned her attention to the routine of breaking down the camp.
Killmar moved fast and stopped at the rendezvous location in under a minute. “Any contracts?”
A woman dropped out of a nearby tree. She looked like a common beggar; on the street of any Eranian city she’d be indistinguishable from her peers, but here in the wilderness, she seemed a bit out of place. “Hundreds, as usual.”
“Why have you failed to adapt to the environment?” he asked in a scolding tone.
The woman explained carefully. “I got held up by one of my informants. I deemed his information of enough worth to delay my departure. I forwent camouflage to make the rendezvous. Don’t worry, I took steps to ensure I wasn’t followed.”
“Any contracts of worth?” he asked after deciding killing her would be more trouble than it was worth.
“A few, but I think you’ll
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