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concern. Sighing heavily, he pulled at his hair and coughed. He wondered how long he had been lost in a haze of memories.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes, I am fine,” Searon shrugged and cracked his neck. “Starlyn…about last night.”
His mind flashed again back to the memory of her arms around him throughout the night. Even though he felt warm and peaceful through the night for the first time in ages, it still wasn’t something he was ready to get used to. He had been alone for too long, and his memories still faded to Victoria every chance they could.
She dropped her grip from her ear and bit her lip, eyeing him. Her eyes either filled with hopefulness or surprise.
“What about last night?” she asked with innocence.
“When you came in the middle of the night and slept by my side. Either to comfort you or me, or perhaps both of us from the past memories that still haunt us. First, I would like to thank you for the comfort. I haven’t slept so well in such a long time. Now, you are beautiful, of that there is no doubt, bu—”
Starlyn didn’t allow him to finish his sentence as her lips met his. At first, he resisted, but soon he molded into the kiss. Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet that he couldn’t find it within himself to pull away. The kiss seemed more comfort than passion, and it lured him in.
* * *
By midday, they had arrived at the thick pine forest to the west. Searon slowed his horse now that they couldn’t see too far ahead. Birds conversed with each other from branches, and Searon noticed several nests where mothers fed their hatchlings. They sought only two more plants in the forest: a purple-leafed plant and a scarlet flower.
“Starlyn…about what happened back there,” Searon said.
He hadn’t soberly lost control around a woman in so long that he wasn’t sure how to act around her now. Complications rolled in his mind at his stupidity that he had seemingly become involved with a woman that traveled with him. Not just any woman, but a kheshlar for that matter.
She smirked with a blush but said nothing as she continued looking for the plants.
“What about it?”
“What happens now?” He turned away from her.
“The two of us were lost in a moment of comfort and passion. It stays at that.”
He looked at her now, and her face was stern without emotion. Her blush was gone and so was her smile. She stroked her blonde hair from her eyes and tugged it behind her slender ears.
“What do we say?” he asked.
Her grip on him tightened, and he imagined if he didn’t have thick steel armor on that he would be able to feel her claws digging into his flesh. She shifted abruptly behind him in the saddle and cleared her throat.
“Tell no one.”
Her eyes stared deep into his, colder than he had ever seen them. She left it at that, but it seemed to carry weight that it was important, that it was to be kept secret. Turning her head to the north, she smiled slightly before hopping off the saddle. She knelt to the ground and picked up a few large purple-bordered leaves from a plant.
Searon slid off the saddle and soothed his horse before approaching Starlyn from behind. Before he reached her, he noticed a scarlet flower from the corner of his eye lost in a patch of vines. Gently, he plucked it and walked over to Starlyn, tapping her on the shoulder. Abruptly, she turned to face him and stared into his eyes. Her heart caved and lips parted as she studied him. Finally, she saw the flower he held in his hand. She blushed quickly before snatching the flower from his grasp and rising to her feet. Smelling the flower, she smiled before placing it in her hair.
“That’s the last one; now we can get back to heal him.”
She disappeared through the trees ahead of him. Searon raised his eyebrows slightly before following her. He noticed his horse wasn’t where he had left him, and Starlyn was nowhere to be seen as well.
Something didn’t feel right to him, and he
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes, I am fine,” Searon shrugged and cracked his neck. “Starlyn…about last night.”
His mind flashed again back to the memory of her arms around him throughout the night. Even though he felt warm and peaceful through the night for the first time in ages, it still wasn’t something he was ready to get used to. He had been alone for too long, and his memories still faded to Victoria every chance they could.
She dropped her grip from her ear and bit her lip, eyeing him. Her eyes either filled with hopefulness or surprise.
“What about last night?” she asked with innocence.
“When you came in the middle of the night and slept by my side. Either to comfort you or me, or perhaps both of us from the past memories that still haunt us. First, I would like to thank you for the comfort. I haven’t slept so well in such a long time. Now, you are beautiful, of that there is no doubt, bu—”
Starlyn didn’t allow him to finish his sentence as her lips met his. At first, he resisted, but soon he molded into the kiss. Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet that he couldn’t find it within himself to pull away. The kiss seemed more comfort than passion, and it lured him in.
* * *
By midday, they had arrived at the thick pine forest to the west. Searon slowed his horse now that they couldn’t see too far ahead. Birds conversed with each other from branches, and Searon noticed several nests where mothers fed their hatchlings. They sought only two more plants in the forest: a purple-leafed plant and a scarlet flower.
“Starlyn…about what happened back there,” Searon said.
He hadn’t soberly lost control around a woman in so long that he wasn’t sure how to act around her now. Complications rolled in his mind at his stupidity that he had seemingly become involved with a woman that traveled with him. Not just any woman, but a kheshlar for that matter.
She smirked with a blush but said nothing as she continued looking for the plants.
“What about it?”
“What happens now?” He turned away from her.
“The two of us were lost in a moment of comfort and passion. It stays at that.”
He looked at her now, and her face was stern without emotion. Her blush was gone and so was her smile. She stroked her blonde hair from her eyes and tugged it behind her slender ears.
“What do we say?” he asked.
Her grip on him tightened, and he imagined if he didn’t have thick steel armor on that he would be able to feel her claws digging into his flesh. She shifted abruptly behind him in the saddle and cleared her throat.
“Tell no one.”
Her eyes stared deep into his, colder than he had ever seen them. She left it at that, but it seemed to carry weight that it was important, that it was to be kept secret. Turning her head to the north, she smiled slightly before hopping off the saddle. She knelt to the ground and picked up a few large purple-bordered leaves from a plant.
Searon slid off the saddle and soothed his horse before approaching Starlyn from behind. Before he reached her, he noticed a scarlet flower from the corner of his eye lost in a patch of vines. Gently, he plucked it and walked over to Starlyn, tapping her on the shoulder. Abruptly, she turned to face him and stared into his eyes. Her heart caved and lips parted as she studied him. Finally, she saw the flower he held in his hand. She blushed quickly before snatching the flower from his grasp and rising to her feet. Smelling the flower, she smiled before placing it in her hair.
“That’s the last one; now we can get back to heal him.”
She disappeared through the trees ahead of him. Searon raised his eyebrows slightly before following her. He noticed his horse wasn’t where he had left him, and Starlyn was nowhere to be seen as well.
Something didn’t feel right to him, and he
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