Chapter 39
Eric POV
Sam and I have been traveling to the fey village, but we can’t keep our hands off of each other. It feels like a dance. One moment we think Jurian and Anastasia are close by, the next we’re kissing like we’re the last people left on the moon court.
They stopped hunting us an hour ago as if something else was more important and I had a bad feeling. There was something coming and I needed to get Sam safe and away from all of it.
Sam. My ridiculously strong mate.
We’re about ten minutes away from the camp and Sam seems giddy. I nussle her ear and she licks me.
“I can’t wait to actually shower and wash my hair with some soap,” she tells me in mindspeak and I chuckle at the tone and excitement in her voice.
“I can’t wait to just have a good cup of coffee,” I say
