Not going to ask. Just not. “Oh. You look tired.” The abrupt change in subjects made his eyes fly back open. He searched her face with those eyes, and she felt them probing into her very soul. She shivered a little, and his hand came back to her skin, resting on the edge of her hip and stirring up desire and comfort in equal measures.
He said, “I am. Tomorrow’s going to be a hard day.”
Her throat went tight. Tomorrow he would fly over to the lands where the Orcs lived to see if they were indeed building those war machines that supposedly could take a dragon down while in flight. Was such a thing possible?
A new thought came. “If dragons were made by the wizard, did he make the Orcs too?”
“The Orcs are unfortunate side effects of his evil magic. Any time there is evil, there is trouble. They were born from that evil in his heart and created with this world.”
Huh. Who knew? “And elves?”
“Elves are part of nature. Nature exists here so do they do as well.”
“Are there elves in my world?”
“Yes, and Orcs too, though in your world they look much different than they do here. In your world Orcs look like politicians.”
Was he joking? She felt a grin rising upon her lips. Then his lips twitched upward, and their shared laughter broke the tension that her questions earlier had brought up. She snuggled in close to him, letting the warmth and strength of his body soothe her and send her into sleep.
