King Lyall seeing Lyva’s hold on me, calls Lyva’s nursemaid over and motions for her to take Lyva, but I refuse her assistance. Lyva’s posture changes, and she clings to me; something has upset her. Lycur frowns, his eyes meet mine over her head, the fierce concern in them stops my breath. He leans down so that his face is level with hers, his eyes search her face warily, she turns it away towards my breast.
“What’s wrong, pup?” He uses his free hand to rub her arm coaxingly. She gives a soft moan of pain, moves her arm away from him, pressing herself closer to me. The flames lick the inside of my chest with alarm; my protective instincts locking in place. I tamper them down to a soft warmth aware of Lyva’s closeness, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“I’m not supposed to bother you.” She sq
