Tonya
Later, after dinner, I slipped back to our room, peeled off my dress, and stood at the window. The moon had risen pale and clean. Behind me I felt him arrive, silent as a shadow. His arms slid around my waist, palms warm against my stomach, chin settling on the crown of my head. The gold of his ring pressed against my skin.
“Tiring day?” he asked.
I said, “Everything was perfect. Thanks to you.”
His mouth curved against my cheek. “Sleep.” He drew me toward the bed and we curled the way we always found—my back against his chest, his hand over my ring where it lay on my heart.
My parents had to postpone their departure to the human town because of papa’s health issues. But over the next few days, Ezra’s jealousy was a living thing.
Anytime an unmated male even glanced my way, h
