There was an ulterior motive to the request – with Conal and I forced to make love in a tent, it was embarrassing to have people standing guard outside, within earshot. Conal caught my eye and winked, waggling his eyebrows. “I agree with Charlotte – and I can understand the need for a guard during the day. But at night, she's in a tent with me. There isn't anything that's going to get to her while I'm on watch.”
I smothered a grin, dropping my gaze to Patrick's face as he sucked heartily at the bottle and a blush covered my cheeks. Conal had more than once had to shush me in the throes of passion, both of us dissolving into fits of giggles as we struggled to remain quiet.
After Phelan's reminder when I'd rebuilt the walls at Zaen, I'd spoken with Lucas and arranged for the spirits to tak
