Trace knew deep down that he was too weak to fully enjoy finally being alone with his wife, but the way that her lips immediately and enthusiastically pressed against his made him curse his atrophied muscles.
Apparently sensing her husband's limitations, Anaisa pulled back slightly and snuggled against his chest. He rolled towards her, pulling her closer still.
His mind began working through the implications of the few words she had said; he already felt overwhelmed with information.
Ten days? And they were in her manor, which must mean that Sanders had been subdued, and the kingdom back in some form of balance. Was the princess all right? And Ewan? What about the other magic users?
Dozens of questions battled their way through his mind, all intermittently driven away by the softness of the woman pressed against him.
None of them seemed so important with her warm breath against his neck.
