ELIA
Reth was slow to get out of bed—too many kisses that left them both breathless and groaning in frustration. Then slow to dress, changing his mind about his vest three times.
Finally, Elia just asked. "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
He snorted. "Well, we're making the decision about Lerrin today. And we'll make it with him there for the discussion. He was attacked this week. By Tree City wolves."
Elia gasped. Reth nodded.
"How?" she asked.
"The guards let half a dozen wolves in who beat him, almost to death. He's healing, but… it's the kick in the ass I needed to figure out what we're doing with him. It shouldn't have taken this long, of course, but I'm still… that whole thing with Behryn…"
