Page 210 of The Defiant Curse

One didn’t just walk away from that, or forget it existed. This was their world.

Oh, and Elizabeth loved it.

“And I love you, EJ. Never forget it.”

Oh, he wouldn’t.

They’d been through so much, and now, they were at least back on stable ground.

From here on out, they could only go up.

Bet.

On.

It.

Chapter Thirteen

The Morning

Day Three

Ravensmire Castle

When Elizabeth woke up, Ethan wasn’t in bed with her, but she instinctually knew that he was nearby. From the bathroom, she could hear whistling, and she knew he was likely finishing up a shower, and shaving.

Truthfully, as a half Native man, he didn’t need to shave often, but the man loved a routine, and that she understood.

It offered comfort and familiarity.

So, as he enjoyed his morning, she did the same. Elizabeth wasn’t sure how long she’d have here, so she was going to enjoy it. With the situation between her and Ethan solved, now, she could just enjoy recuperating.

Because, boy, did she need it.

So, as she languished in bed, enjoying the fireplace, the coziness, and the fact that she felt better, she was in no rush to start the day.

That was new to her too.

Anymore, it was rush, rush, rush, and she missed having peace. In reality, someone always needed something from her, but now, she was enjoying not being needed to solve someone’s problem, but her own.

Well, and Ceit’s.

That was a definite.

The dead woman needed some help.

When she saw the bathroom door open, out came Ethan, and she’d been right.

He’d been getting himself situated.

There was a towel around his waist, and he looked absolutely gorgeous in all his damp glory. In fact, he made her get ‘damp’ all over again.

There was something about the way his dark raven’s wing hair kissed his shoulders, and the dark ink of his tattoos that stood out against his tan flesh.

It took her back.

And it was a journey she always liked.