He couldn’t sleep.
Vadon lay in bed, gently caressing his wife’s feathers as she lay asleep with her back toward him. He wished he could join her. Every muscle in his body ached, but it wasn’t his bodily pain which kept him from sleep. It was the man who was insinuating himself between Rion and Annie.
The outworlder, Ian Davenport.
Carefully, he disengaged himself from Chloe and left the bed. Slipping on a pair of pants, he walked down the hallway, bypassed the bathroom, and stopped in front of the second bedroom. Hearing no sound coming from the other side of the closed doors, Vadon gingerly opened them and peered inside. Had things been different, if there had been any reason not to look, he wouldn’t have dared to spy on his brother and sister-in-vows. But ever since Ian Davenport
