Marc had just taken off his shirt when Galen gripped his arm, touching his shoulder. “What happened to you and why didn’t I see this before?” he asked, gently touching the place where lightning had burned Marc’s shoulder.
“An elf working with Walker managed to get off a spell before one of ours put an end to him,” Marc said, at which point Galen made him explain in full what had happened.
“I swear,” Galen grumbled when Marc finished. “I can’t leave you alone in a fight without you getting hurt.”
“Better me than you,” Marc retorted.
“How about, next time, we avoid battles and spend our time in bed.”
“Wishful thinking,” Marc said, dropping a kiss on Galen’s lips before finishing undressing. “Are you going to wear your clothes to bed,” he asked with amusement, since Galen was standing th
