Page 63 of Desire

Garron blinked sleepily as I lowered my hand.

“Did it work?” I asked.

He frowned slightly. “I asked you to cast a memory spell, but I don’t know why.”

“Then it worked,” I said.

His frown deepened for a moment, and I could feel his fear.

“The memory isn’t gone,” I said. “It’s still there, waiting to return when the time is right.”

“Promise me you’ll never do this again.”

“I already made a vow to you. Do you not remember?”

He nodded slowly. “Never to use it on us except to keep us safe.”

“You said removing the memory would keep you safe, Garron. That is the only reason I agreed.”

He hugged me close and rested his chin on the top of my head.

“They won’t be happy when they learn what I asked you to do. They’ll want to know why.”

“I know.” I patted his chest. “They will trust you had a good reason, though.”

Darian appeared in the doorway again and smiled slightly when he saw us.

“I think I could use a cuddle next,” he said.

I lifted my head and took in his less hitched stride as he entered the cottage.

“Would you mind if we switched?” I asked Garron.

“Not at all.”

He stood and handed me over to Darian. I tilted my head back as he nuzzled my neck and sat with me.

“I like this,” he said against my skin. “How much am I allowed before cuffing?”

“I promise not to cuff you if you promise not to get angry,” I said.

He lifted his head to look at me. “Angry? Why would I get angry?”

“Kiss me here, and I’ll tell you,” I said, tapping the spot just above the neckline of my gown.

His gaze dipped to my skin then back to my eyes.

“Are you attempting to distract me?”

“If I truly wanted to distract you, I think I would need to remove my dress.”

He groaned and dipped his head to kiss me where I’d asked. I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Garron asked me to learn how to remove memories. He said, if anything happened to him, I needed to ensure no one would remember you live here.”

Darian lifted his head to look at Garron, who shrugged.

“What I asked and why is a little unclear,” he said.