“Should I ask what all those Elvish words meant?” she eventually whispers as she clings to him.
“It would probably be best if you didn’t.”
She laughs in response, and the sound draws out his own laughter.
“It crossed my mind that you were trying to kill me,” he says.
“Is that good or bad?”
“It would have been a good way to die.”
She buries her face against him, her shoulders shaking with mirth, and he plays with her hair that hangs in soaked tendrils down her back. Once her laughter fades, she runsa finger over his chest. Her touch is soothing now that his fire is spent.
“You called me Sanna,” she whispers.
He finds her eyes again. “Did I?”
She nods. “Only the people closest to me have ever called me that.”
“Is that good or bad?” he asks this time.
“I’ve never been this close to anyone but you, Cerian.” She presses a kiss to his lips, and he buries his fingers in her hair.
“Sanna,” he whispers against her lips. “My Sanna.”
“Yours.”
A moan slips from him as he breathes her in. “We should re-enact our wedding every night. And you may attempt to kill me every night.”
That draws out her laughter again. “May I be mortified now?”
“Never. I adore your passion. No more hiding it, not here with me.”
She sighs before snuggling closer.
“There’s one more part of this night we need to re-enact,” he says softly. “Look at every starry sky with me, Sanna?”
She answers with another kiss. “I would love to. Help me choose something to wear? You did spectacularly with my wedding gown.”
“I believe you need a gown like that in real life.” He grins at her, and she just shakes her head.
“I can’t wear a gown like that in public. Stars above.”
“I said nothing about wearing it in public.” He steals one last kiss before helping her off the bed. “My muscles feel like pudding. You did quite the number on me, Arisanna Montarac Westaria.”
“You didn’t seem to mind, my fire wielder.”
He pulls her close once more and whispers in her ear. “I didn’t mind at all.”
To Send a Message
Episode 127
Dawnhasbarelybrokenabove the Wildthorne Woods when something draws Tharios from a deep sleep. It takes a moment for him to get his bearings as the previous night’s events fill his head again.
That’s why his body is tangled up with Viala’s beneath the hotel blanket he packed as the chilly morning air nips at his ears.
She hasn’t stirred, but something woke him, and a shiver slides down his spine.
