Chapter 9
“Music is like making love: either all or nothing.”
—Isaac Stern
The Triad went up the stairs and locked the slumber chamber’s door. Syn couldn’t wait for her Warriors to undress her so she undressed herself. She noticed the linens were changed to a sumptuous shade of violet, again trimmed with silver piping and sheer silver sheets with lavender pillowcases. Syn folded the bed back and jumped under the covers.
::So eager, Pa Syn.:: Zarron slipped Bron’s vest off his shoulders.
::Of course, I’m eager. We were all tired last night and I was anxious about the meeting with the Elder Council. Today I’m awake and carefree.:: She fluffed up her pillow and sat up as she watched Zaron relieve Bron of his boots.
::Dearest, I love those boots on you.:: Zaron caressed Bron’s leg. Syn b
