Chapter 13November 5-6
As noiselessly as possible, Varon eased himself out of bed. He grabbed his robe from the floor, eased it on, the silk smooth on his bare skin. He bent down to stroke Alo’s dark hair, kiss his forehead, his cheek. They had arrived in Ciara late in the afternoon two days ago.
Gods, he loved this man, but the curse had to be broken. Now, he felt like he finally had a way. And, of course, he thought, it was staring at me all the time.
Mary Fee and Jenny had helped him stare back. Varon had gone to see them early in the morning of the day he and the king had left for Ciara.
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He knocked as the sky was turning from blue-grey to blue, the last of the stars, the moon, fading out. He brought breakfast with him from the nearby tea shop: porridge, toast and honey, bu
