HE COULDN’T HAVE SAID how much time had passed, but time did not seem to matter much. Ghian had got them fruit and water and Aalyan had chewed and swallowed before curling up in his arms once again. His anger at his mate had evaporated, he felt too exhausted for anything to penetrate and anyway, what choice did he have? He’d already let Ghian mate him and now he was... Now he could never leave. He could at least have this comfort, the Moon knew he’d pay dearly for it.
“I... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” The words seemed unusually loud, and it took Aalyan a moment to figure out it wasn’t the peaceful atmosphere but Ghian’s nerves that had made them so.
“Tell me...?” he echoed, eyes closing again, face resting on Ghian’s bicep. It was still early, but he was just so tired. Had Ghian known
