8
Bright morning light peered in through the canvas of Liam’s tent.
I knew I should get out of bed, but the comfort of his arm draped over me was too wonderful to cast away. I lay very still, memorizing the way his weight pressed against my side until he stirred.
For a split second, I worried that everything he had said the night before would be forgotten in the unforgiving sunlight.
He pulled me closer to him and kissed the back of my neck.
“Did you sleep?” he asked.
“Of course. I have a magic pendant to keep the nightmares away.”
“Is it enough? You were gone for so long and―”
I rolled over to face him. A thrill shot up my spine as my chest grazed his. “I was fine. I was trapped beneath the mountains in a labyrinth I thought I’d never get out of, but no one hurt me.”
“How did you
