Elaaron …
Elaaron …
He thought he was asleep, safely held in the folds of Meia’s wing, but if so, she had dropped him without warning. His heart was pounding, a rhythm more befitting the effort of sparring than sleeping beside his lover. He needed water; his mouth was as parched as the sands of Midrash. Which, he reflected, was about the truth of the matter—Midrash, and therefore, Piro.
He eased himself away from the warm curve of Irenya’s back, slid his feet to the floor, and stood at the open window. Night air spilled over the sill and cooled the lingering dampness in his groin. The stars held a new mystery for him now …
She called starlight to her hand. Starlight!
She called starlight to her handStarlight!He let his eye roam over the faint silhouette of mountain peaks and forested
