Lysander'S POV
I kept my eyes closed and drank in her honey scent. She hadn’t left me here to freeze, as I’d been afraid she would. A corner of my black heart warmed with hope. Cocooned in her cloak, our bodies sharing heat, I felt more content than I had in a long time. The mate bond hummed alive in my veins with the desire to claim her. I felt myself growing hard against her stomach.
“Okay,” she murmured to herself. “I guess he’s feeling better. Or at least that part of him is feeling fine. Where the hell are his friends?”
She moved away, letting cold air rush between us, and I clasped my arm around her waist, dragging her close. She let out a surprised squeak.
I opened one eyelid.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
She smacked my arm.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to enjoy some
