ELIA
"Elia, I love you so much, it hurts," Reth whispered desperately, and took her mouth again, showing her with his tongue what he planned to do with his body.
She had just arched her back, shivering with the delicious tingles that always came when he entered her, when the night was broken by the sound of a distant horn, a bellowing, rich note that rose through the night and sustained for a breathless count of ten before fading. Then beginning again.
"Shit. NO!" Reth swore and tore himself off of Elia, scrambling to his feet, and pulling her to follow him.
"What? Reth, what's wrong?"
"That's the attack alarm. That's Behryn, it has to be! Shit!" He tugged on his trousers, hopping to get them up as she gaped at him, then scrambled over to her dress and shook it out.
"I'm coming with you."
"Like hell you are, Elia."
"Reth! This is why I've been training!"
