What the hell had he gotten himself into?
He lay in the dark with Anissa cuddled up on his chest, warm, soft and smelling of s*x. Her long curls trailed all over them both, all over the bed. He picked one up with the hand that wasn't cradling her head and played with it. What was he doing here? Besides the obvious stupidity of falling in love. It was too late to do anything about that. He figured he'd fallen for her in his dreams long before he'd even opened the damn box. Meeting her in person, getting to know her quick mind and generous heart as well as her outward beauty had only cemented his doom.
He could not allow this bastard wizard to hurt her. That was a given. So how was he going to stop it? He had a collection of swords in the house, all real, all deadly and he knew how to use
