~ TARKYN ~
They'd never quite left the bed. After such an intense and intimate ride together, they'd stayed in the furs sleeping and talking deep into the night. And still, despite the late hour the night before, Tarkyn woke before the birds.
After the first breath of awareness, adrenaline flowed—something driving him up and out.
It happened this way sometimes. He had yet to discern whether it was simply a hangover of trauma from being a soldier at war. Sometimes his body was convinced there was danger near, even when nothing could be found. Yet, other times when he'd woken this way, it had been to find a true need or threat.
He didn't throw the furs back and leap into the darkness before dawn though. He lay there for several breaths, watching Harth.
She slept on her side, her knees curled towards her chest and her hands under her pillow. She looked adorable and young and so precious.
