Page 33 of Courting War
He rolled up his cuffs, memorizing the layout of the room and the hazardous floor. Slowly, he extinguished the sconces and covered the room in pitch black. Making his way to the bed, he froze again.
I consume shadows.
Kellyn carefully made his way back to the sconces.
I die at night but resurrect in the morning.
He sucked in a breath and flicked the electrical switch.
Light.
Light consumed shadows and died atnight.
“Light.”
“Yes, that’s how electricity works,” Morrigan mumbled, throwing a pillow over her head.
He’d solved it. All on his own. Perhaps Theodrawaswatching after him because his prayer had come true!
With excitement running through his veins, Kellyn switched the light off again and went to bed, sliding under the covers and curling up on his side. The excitement soon faded as he realized his predicament. Morrigan was the type of girl he might end up with beneath the sheets in a different scenario. Strong, feisty, and curvy. But he had to remember that love and lust were off the table.
He was a dead man walking.
Kellyn stared into the darkness, listening for Morrigan’s even breaths. But they didn’t come.
She was awake, too.
They both were examining shadows and their anxiety.
Tension coated the space between them and filled his thoughts with agony. Kellyn inhaled sharply and held his breath, his heart racing and knocking into his ribcage.
The girl was unpredictable, untenable, and utterly tempting.
It was the last bit that would kill him.
Chapter Twelve
KELLYN
Champion of Theoden
THEODEN SUITE, CITY OF THE GODS
In Kellyn’s dream, his fingers stroked down the spine of a beautiful woman who’d fallen asleep on his chest. Lazily, he ran his fingers up her neck and into her hair. The woman groaned, and the dream rotted.
It wasn’t a moan of pleasure. It was the sound caused by the trauma of waking up in the morning.
Kellyn stilled, and he held his breath. Silently cursing, he pinched his eyes shut. All his muscles tensed, and his heart pounded in his ears.
His dreamwashis priestess. She’d rolled over during the night and curled into his side. The feeling was at once comforting and anxiety-inducing. It felt right and horribly wrong all at once.
He squinted slightly and considered his options. He had no idea how to move without waking her up. But thankfully, he didn’t have to solve the problem because she woke up, flinched, and jumped out of the bed as if bitten by a spider.
She glowered, and he grunted. It was becoming their pattern—the way they communicated with each other.
And at this moment, there was nothing to say.
Quickly, they dressed in silence, neither willing to mention the cuddling incident.
