Chapter 8
ERIK
I woke to a sore back and a crick in my neck.
Groaning, I pulled myself up out of the rocking chair that had been my bed for the night and grimaced as I folded the quilt.
I’d had worse nights.
Marienne was stretched out on the little cot, fast asleep. Her dark hair feathered out over the pillow, framing her peaceful face.
I had a crazy impulse to lean down and place a kiss on her sleeping mouth, like a prince in a fairytale. After a minute, I snorted to myself and shook away the thought, moving to the window.
Last night had been strange, to say the least. I was glad we were on friendly terms again, even if my heart wouldn’t stop racing every time she came near.
Now I knew about the bond between us, I could rationalize it to myself. It must be the dragon that slumbere
