The night before the princess's daring escape, Alios gazed down at the sleeping face of his mate, taking in her features by the light of the moon and the few witch-lights left burning overhead. It was probably bad form to be watching her like this, he mused to himself. Certainly it was creepy, he was under no delusions about that, but he couldn’t help it. Salix had told him that the princess needed rest and no surprises that could set back her healing, and that meant absolutely no guests, but the doctor could hardly object. She hadn’t truly woken up for almost two days, and wasn’t like his beautiful mate could be surprised while she slept.
And she was beautiful. He had thought so before, but the knowledge of the Soul Mark behind her shoulder only heightened his earlier attraction. He took
