For the rest of the day and well into the evening, Lukas planned their course of action with the same efficiency she’d come to expect and cherish. But it didn’t feel comforting now—not when the danger was so great, and everything could change in a matter of minutes.
“You should be sleeping,” Lukas said, his deep voice rumbling across the bed and along her skin.
“The bed’s lonely without you,” Victoria said. “I hate this feeling.”
His low laugh echoed in the near-dark of the room. She’d rigged the door and window to alert them to any intruder, but with the ruckus coming from the seedy tavern downstairs, they would have a hard time hearing anyone in the hall.
“Well, I'm here now.”
The bed was much smaller than hers—small enough that her shoulder brushed his as she turned over. She found
