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Exhaustion from her wounds, the battle, the travel, had Kiera sleeping lightly, should Rhys wake and need her, until the mid-meal. Rhys had lain still most of the hours they rested in his bed, she having joined him once they were alone. Now he turned on his side. Kiera, rousing herself from a doze, opened her eyes to find Rhys facing her, only a few inches away. Because it was natural for her to look into his gaze, she realized his eyes were clear; the shadows gone.
She smiled. “You’re awake. And you’re all right. How do you feel?”
In answer, Rhys closed the distance between them, kissing his Other. Rolling Kiera to her back, he settled over her, shoving the blankets off so he was closer. It wasn’t close enough. Waking with her in his bed, not on the ground near a cook fire, not when
