RENDER ROLLED OVER in the softest silk he'd ever felt. Awareness came to him. He opened his eyes. Above the bed were swaths of purple fabric.
“Blue blazes." He sat up and glanced around the room. He'd fallen asleep in the bed of the next king of the Dagerstanteens.
“All is well, Ren. Daris left to meet the queen like he always does in the evenings."
Render's eyes flashed to Toren.
“What are you doing?"
“Watching you sleep." The monk sat next to the food table. “And I'm yearning for you."
As the man spoke, Tory rose. The monk's hands went to his clothing. Nimble fingers untied the rope around his waist.
“What are you doing?" Render squeaked a very non-warrior sound.
“We are alone." Toren slipped off his shoes. Tory stepped toward the bed and stripped off his brown robe and t
