Chapter Eight
I know how to order him to sleep apart from us, that’s for sure. After any battle, men always need to f**k. It’s just how it is. The battle-thrill consumes them. I can’t say it is much different for any female who has charged into the fray. I know, however, that he must not get his whim tonight. He said he hopes I will feel differently about Jaromir by the time we get to the Wolf’s Lair. Naïve I might be, but I take this to mean that he hopes by then my heart is full only of him.
My heart does indeed crave the affection my father said he had for my mother; one so deep he had to marry ravening witches to divert his mind from his grief at losing her. The sagas are full of such mighty passion. But is Aleks the man to give it? My body wants every pleasure, right now. It demands
