Jace
It was becoming increasingly hard to sleep. When I lay down on my bedroll at night my head was filled with all the plans, all the possibilities of things that could go wrong, and the one terrifying thought that I might lose my mate.
I was flat on my back in the dry hollow staring at the stars overhead. The sound of eighteen men breathing around me grated against me like sharp sand. I forced my eyes closed and I thought about her. Not strategically. Not about guard rotations and water channels and the layout of a keep I hadn’t been inside yet.
Just her. The way she looked, her wide innocent eyes that sparkled with life, her long soft hair, her small body and slender waist. I thought of the way she said my name like it meant something — something more than a dirty rogue.
*Come find
