Chapter 30

Ghwenn didn't understand her husband at all. He appeared so damned miserable. Barking at everyone in his way. Snarling, too. With her, he tried being cold and ignoring.

Which lasted only until she dropped her gown and laid herself bare.

Then he was on her like a hungry beast with a gentle touch, making her body sing. She knew he got pleasure, too, and the more pleasure he enjoyed, the surlier he got until she finally reached a point she was ready to snap. Especially since, every so often, the shield around his emotions dropped and she felt the reason why.

Guilt. He felt guilty for enjoying their time together. Guilt for caring.

He was letting a ghost come between them.

And she didn't know how to exorcise it.

But she had to do something soon. They were hours from docking at Kluuma and picking up this super important wedding party. They were still accompanied by her father's fleet. Although now they had more hostages.