Astrid had waited with a minimum of patience for her wife. She had known when Vevina'd spoken about her that there was more to what her father had said about Astrid. How did she know? Astrid couldn't say for sure, she only knew she could see in her wife's eyes that she was holding something back.
When Vevina entered their bedchamber, she was relieved to see her. Astrid needed her, needed her beside her in bed to hold onto, to feel her heat, her heartbeat, and to lose herself in her and forget the sorrow that filled her soul. But first Astrid had to know what else her father had confided in her wife.
Vevina shed her garments as she approached the bed and Astrid was content to know that she felt confident and safe to stand naked in front of her. They had truly become one.
Astrid grasped h
