Chapter 301

THE SCENT OF THE FRESH clean sheets had Sian pressing them to her face, inhaling deep. Snoring quietly beside her, Daron lay in the same position, having not budged all night. Or rather, all early hours, she thought to herself; it would have been one or two when we got to bed. Spreading her limbs out Sian stretched hard gritting her teeth against the pangs from her protesting muscles then relaxed them all. The pleasurable sensation drew her back into sleep before she could consider anything.

RIRAE'S SOFT CRY WOKE CITAAN. Before she could lift her head from his chest Gredel smoothed a hand across her forehead.

'I'll get her.'

Rolling off him onto her front Citaan watched as he climbed off the large bed to stand beside the cot where Rirae lay kicking her legs, her whimpers of hunger gathering strength.