Eiravyne knew too well that they needed to talk, to untangle every jagged piece of what had happened after she left, to ensure nothing was left unsaid.
Yet, Eiravyne felt the fierce pull of a much simpler, deeper need.
In the vast, terrifying landscape of her past, safety had always been an illusion.
All she wanted, the only thing her fractured heart truly demanded, was to feel Urag entirely.
To have his massive frame wrapped around her like a heavy, protective blanket, sealing her off from the rest of the world.
What she used to tease as his overwhelming, chaotic routine suddenly felt like the most precious thing in existence.
She didn't want space; she wanted every inch of him close.
The heavy oak door of the adjoining bathroom clicked open, breaking the silence.
Urag stepped out into her bedchamber, having quickly washed away the dust and lingering tension of the study.
