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I fell asleep content and replete in the arms of my lover. I wake to chaos.
Jerked rudely from sleep when the warm furs are torn away, my somnambulant mind struggles with the bright light, raised voices and sudden cold. At first, I can make no sense of what is happening. Then my Prince cries out and I am awake in an instant.
Our small tent is filled with men – at least four of them. They are shouting – at us and each other. One, who I now recognize as a particularly unpleasant Counsel member, grips Castien by the upper arm, having clearly dragged him from our bed. From the way my Prince struggled the man is hurting him. My lip draws back in a snarl and I immediately spring.
Evans Woodworking: Chapter 31 by Jim Dunaway
C’mon Ethan! What the hell’s up with you? “Man, you were really out of it. I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes. What’s going on with you? You’ve been like this since you came home from the Life Sciences Center.”
“There’s just so much. I can’t get my head around it all.”
“Around what?” Chris pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ethan, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Come on, Ethan, you can tell me anything. You know that.”
“It’s just what the doctors told me in the Life Sciences
Moving Forward #48 (11.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The hot tub was warm and soothing to Marshall’s aching muscles. He relaxed against Lee, watching the sun set below the horizon, fiery reds turning to purple and blue stripes. He’d never seen anything so lovely in his life.
The Wandering Star was due to set sail soon for the next stop, the island of St. John. Once there, they’d be able to go to the nude beach Lee had spoken of.
“What’s the name of that beach again?” Marshall asked.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked. “We haven’t been apart since I found you.”
“I’ll be with my parents.” Kraig sounded confident, but he was tapping his claws against his leg. “You go be the alpha.”
“Do I have to?” Clearly I was having a much harder time with the impending separation than Kraig was. My face heated.
Kraig snickered. “I won’t tell anyone you just whined like a five-year-old.”