Page 120 of Lana Pecherczyk
At his silence, she traced her fingers around the new tattoo on his pectoral. It was already healed. Remarkable.
His emotions flickered. Though unsettled, she sensed no regret. Still, she had to ask.
“You don’t regret what we did … do you?”
“No. Do you?”
“Not a chance.” A slow smile spread on her lips. “Except we didn’t try a single toy.”
“You don’t need one when you have me.”
“So arrogant.”
He rose, and the blanket slipped from his naked form.
“Where are you going?” she asked, pouting.
“Getting dressed.”
“What time is it?”
“Around midnight.” He glanced toward the thin slice of night visible through the window crack, nostrils flaring as if scenting danger beyond.
“How long until we arrive?”
He shrugged. “Maybe a few turns after dawn. Hard to say, depending on when the Corvus uses the portal stone.”
“So we have hours.” She reached for him, palm sliding against his warm skin. “Come back to bed. Get some rest.”
“I can’t.”
“Because the door’s unlocked?” She softened her tone. “River, what’s wrong?”
He scrubbed a hand down his face, frown lines deepening around his mouth. “You won’t feel like this forever, Blake.”
“Why do you say that?”
His gaze locked onto hers. “I’m not someone you should feel safe with.”
“Of course you are.”
He grumbled something and stalked to the chest at the back of the caravan, pulling out his Guardian uniform. She crossed the creaking floor to his side in an instant, slamming down the lid.
She glared at him. “I call bullshit.”
His jaw clenched. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I can see that.” Moonlight caught the sweat beading at his temple, the tremble in his fingers as he gripped his uniform.
He straightened to his full height, magnificent and imposing in his nudity. Shadows played across the planes of his body, deepening the broken tattoos.
“Rainbow,” he said.
Blake’s eyes narrowed at his sharp tone. “You can’t just toss that word at me when you don’t want to talk. It’s specifically for use in the bedroom.”
“I’ll use it however the fuck I want.”
“River,” she said quietly, stepping closer, arms slipping around his waist. “You don’t have to share everything. You don’t even have to have sex with me.” Her embrace tightened. “You can just sleep. Rest. Lie there awake if that’s what you need. Just … don’t leave.”
