GAHRYE
An hour later they were down in the library again, pouring over books that Kalle's Grandmother had saved for them. They would have to take another trip to the Big Library later that day, or the next at the latest. But for now, Gahrye was just relieved that he wasn't in that horrendous car. Yet.
They sat side by side, close enough that their elbows brushed when they reached for books or moved things on the table.
Gahrye's body was on high alert. She'd showered and her hair smelled like flowers, the sweet tang of them mingling with the faint scent of their lovemaking, and something uniquely her.
She hated that he could smell her, but he loved it. It was like carrying her with him when his eyes weren't on her.
He was having a lot of trouble concentrating though.
As he skimmed through yet another page where he'd found reference to the Protectors, he let his hand drift to Kalle's thigh and began to stroke while he read.
