The next several weeks fell into a pattern. He made passionate love to Morian anywhere and everywhere he could, he trained with Zoran and the others, and he continued to research every shred of information he could about Raffvin. The picture he was developing was one of a very cunning, very jealous, extremely unstable man. A man who not only coveted the power of ruling the Valdier but of controlling Morian and the Hive.
“Tell me of Raffvin,” Paul asked late one night as Morian lay pressed against his side.
Morian trembled, snuggling closer to her mate’s heat. “He was a handsome but arrogant warrior even as a young boy. He had little care for others including his younger brother,” she murmured, remembering the first time she met Jalo and Raffvin when she was still a child.
“Jalo?” Paul a
