Chapter Eight
Hours later, Macey stumbled into the royal quarters. Her right hand hurt from signing so many documents and tiredness made her body feel heavy. As soon as she entered the room, strong arms pulled her into a hug.
"You look exhausted," Flint whispered. "Let us take care of you."
"Flint," she warned him, all while knowing she was going to give in to them. She was exhausted, more than she'd ever been before in her life. But she needed to do something to make herself feel normal. That there was more to life than simply saving everyone. Every now and again, it was important she took time for herself.
"Do you need a hand, little kelpie?" Jared whispered in her ear, his body pressed against her back and a hand already slipping undershirt.
"One is just so boring," she responded,
