I stare at the documents sprawled across the desk, already missing the blissful haze of the past week—just Ember and me, tangled in sheets, with nothing but sex and sleep to mark the passage of time. Hell, we didn't even eat. The thought makes me smile, my lips curving despite the monotony before me.
I'd left Ember asleep in my bed, her fiery hair fanned out across the pillows, her soft breathing lulling me to stay. But duty called, as it always does. Being Prime isn't a role I can shirk, no matter how tempting it is to bury myself in her warmth a little longer.
The table before me is stacked with the usual nonsense. Most of it is useless—the elders' constant bickering about irrelevant issues. I shove their points aside with a growl. Delusional old farts. They act like they're running the pack, not me. I can always trust Tristan to handle things in my absence, though. The man's a rock, even when I'm off playing hooky.
