She could still feel the warmth of Draven's skin and his aroma seeping into her bones. The night had been theirs for a few priceless hours, with no council, no laws, and no rumors of treachery. They were bound together more firmly than any decree could possibly be by the unadulterated and unquestionable tie.
But dawn did not care for love.
Through the shutters, it arrived cold and harsh, casting a faint light across their entwined bodies. Outside, the sound of drums was already audible—a continuous, low pulse that could only signify one thing.
The council was back in session.
Elaria stirred first. With his arm encircling her waist in a clasp that suggested possessive instinct even while he was asleep, Draven's head rested heavily on her chest. Her fingertips lingered on the scar th
