Despite a sleepless night, consumed by worries about Larissa, her husband's late return at dawn, and then his passionate lovemaking without a word about his private audience with her father, Adela's body was functioning just fine.
'I could have hastened our arrival,' he telepathically grumbled, his grip on her hand firm as they traveled through the portal.
She met his gaze, her eyes narrowing in a silent reminder.
Adela had already stressed the importance of secrecy, emphasizing that his true identity as an immortal and hers as a future one were not to be revealed to the public or anyone else unless absolutely necessary. With time, their closest knights will most likely uncover the truth, but for now, the fewer who knew, the better.
She reminded herself to focus solely on the light at the end of the tunnel as it gradually drew closer.
