Page 54 of Vengeance Becomes Her

She turned to face him. As she came down from the high of what happened, she had a small moment of panic about what came next. She got up quickly to use the washroom to clean up, hoping it would give her a moment to stop the spiral of her dark thoughts.

She was still reeling when she came back into the room, but the satisfied, lazy smile that pulled at the corners of Tristain’s lips settled something within her. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. His smile eased her worry. He reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her into his side. His fingers intertwined with hers on his chest as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. They laid like that in silence for a while, listening to one another’s breaths.

Rhiannon couldn’t remember the last time she felt so safe and at ease.

Tristain’s fingers trailed delicately over her shoulder, tickling her gently. Her eyes met his and they simply stared at each other for a moment.

Rhiannon desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. His body language said he was content, so she would allow herself to be content too. She wanted to enjoy this moment, treasure the peace she felt between them, even though she knew it couldn’t last.

Rhiannon sighed deeply, idly making circles on Tristain’s chest. She could lay here forever, lulled to sleep by the warmth and comfort he offered. She reached up, shifting the piece of hair that had fallen over his forehead, curling the silky dark strand around her finger. She’d wanted to do that since the day they met. It was as satisfying asshe’dimagined.

Tristain reached up and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. A silent goodnight—even though it was barely noon.

She worried for a moment that she might not be able to sleep next to him, but as the thought had crossed her mind, she was already falling into a deep sleep.

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