This was not a battle. This was a gentle summons, sweet and tender.
I felt, for the first time in so long, safe.
Safe, for the first time since…
Since… the last time I had woken up like this. In Raihn’s arms.
It took several seconds for my awareness to come back to me. I was naked, in bed, in Raihn’s arms. I was sore from the battle I’d fought to save his life and then from the fucking we’d done when I refused to leave him.
His kisses trailed to my throat, a tiny stab of pain as they brushed the wounds where I’d let him drink from me.
Mother, I still tasted the tang of his blood on my own tongue.
Every piece of this seemed more outlandish than the last. A month ago—hell, weeks ago—I would have been appalled with myself.
Instead, I felt… strangely at peace.
I opened my eyes and rolled over. Raihn propped himself up on one elbow, watching me. A familiar little smirk clung to his lips.
“Evening, princess.”
Funny, how intimate those two words sounded. Maybe it was just the way his voice sounded rolling over them, seductive and warm and just a little bit shy.
I murmured, “Hello.”
What else was I going to say?
The smirk softened. “Hello,” he whispered.
My gaze trailed down his bare body, taking in the expanse of muscles and scarred skin—pausing, for just a moment, at his cock, partially hardened—before returning to the crisscross of wounds over his abdomen and sides. I questioned my sanity as I took them in. They seemed so much better than yesterday, when Raihn had barely been able to move.
Following my gaze, he said, “The blood helped. A lot.” His lips brushed over my forehead. “Thank you.”
I squirmed a little at the way he said that. So sincerely.
“Of course,” I muttered. Like it was what I’d planned all along. If I’d been thinking logically, it did make sense to let Raihn drink from me—I’d seen before how much it helped him heal, and he’d needed that desperately.
But I couldn’t even lie to myself. I hadn’t offered my blood to him out of a sense of practicality. I’d offered it to him out of blind, maddening desire—desire to have more of him inside me, and more of myself inside him.
And Goddess, it had been—it had been—
I cleared my throat to avoid getting lost in that particular cascade of distracting thoughts.
I twitched as his fingertips traced my abdomen, tickling over my belly button.
“Looks like it helped you, too,” he said.
I blinked down at myself, brow furrowed. The cuts were still there, yes, and still sore, but they no longer bled. They looked as if they’d been healing for several weeks, not for twelve hours. It rivaled the effects of a healing potion.
“Is that… normal?” I asked.
“Not sure if anything about either of us is normal,” he said.
Well. That was true.
“Heir blood, if I had to guess,” he went on. “Maybe combined with your half-human lineage. I don’t know. But I’m not about to question it.”
His touch ran over one of the shallower wounds, tracing a lightning-crack scar of pink flesh. For the briefest moment, his face darkened, before settling again as he turned back to me.
“Oraya,” he said softly, “I—”
I wasn’t prepared for this. For his heartfelt words. I had no regrets about last night, but I couldn’t open myself up for him again today. Touch was one thing. But words… words were complicated.
“We need to go back to the castle,” I said.
I was brisk and businesslike. Just as I had once been with him when we strategized together in the Kejari.
Raihn’s mouth closed. Understanding fell over his face quickly. He was a half-step behind me, but he slipped into the same role just as easily.
“I know,” he said.
That was it. No questions, no hesitation. Anyone might have laughed in my face for even saying it, but I felt a twinge of satisfaction that he had already been thinking the same thing.
Maybe it was a death sentence to go back there. Anyone else would have advised that we flee Sivrinaj, and not come back unless we had an army to bring with us.
I knew what Vincent would have said:
Don’t feed yourself to the wolves, little serpent. Know when your bite isn’t strong enough.
But of course Raihn already accepted it as simple truth that we needed to go back, and immediately. Because his inner circle was still in that castle—Mische was still in that castle. He would not leave her there, especially not in Simon’s clutches.