Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Adalard reached out to pull Samara into his arms, only to find the spot next to him empty. He sat up with a curse and scanned the room. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and ran an impatient hand through his tangled hair. The muted sound of voices filtered through the closed door. He frowned when he recognized Bear’s deep voice. A shaft of jealousy swept through him. Bear had enjoyed seven years with Samara, and the thought of the two of them— He couldn’t help but look at the messy sheets. “Tilkmos!” The Curizan curse word slipped from him even as he waved an impatient hand and dressed himself. He opened the door to the bedroom and strode down the hallway. A wall of guilty silence struck him the moment he stepped into the living room. He immed
- Scrittore
