Mae stirred in Riven’s arms as the morning light crept across her skin. She blinked up at the sky, still shaken by the remnants of the night before, not from fear, but from feeling too much. From wanting. She barely had time to gather her breath before Ashar’s voice shattered the peace. “Mae! Riven!” They jolted upright. Riven rubbed the sleep from his eyes, already moving to sit up as Mae tried to fix her hair, her shirt still clinging loosely where he’d redressed her hours before.
Ashar’s tall form appeared over the edge of the hill, his eyes unreadable, stone and fire wrapped in flesh. He didn’t speak until he reached them, his voice low, clipped.
“Riven. Come help. We’ve got more than enough now.” Riven stood without question, casting one look at Mae before disappearing over the rise
