CHAPTER EIGHT
Behr pulled away from Raia, ignoring his feeling of disappointment at the intrusion of reality into their moment of intimacy. He stepped away and tucked his shirt back into his trousers. Over the years, he had forgotten about the scars on his back. Some of the women he had been with never mentioned it, while others thought that it was part of his heritage as a Marastin Dow warrior.
“I’ll tell you along the way,” he said.
The conflicting emotions that crossed her face made him smile. He closed the distance between them and kissed her hard on the lips. Caressing her cheek, he soothed the frown line near her mouth.
“Don’t leave out any details,” she softly ordered.
He started in surprise when she turned her head and nipped his thumb before ducking under his arm and sliding
