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He got up and walked to his side of the bed, spooning himself beside me. He reached down and pulled the coverlet up and over us both, pulling me back into his erection. His hands cupped my breasts and he kissed my cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered. “Now it’s going to take you longer to heal. ” And that was the God honest truth. ” I asked and turned around. ” “You didn’t have to undress me in the first place. ” Rand chuckled. ” three Rand had been right—our carnal activities had zapped any improvement to my health I’d gained over the last week.

I doona want,” he started and then stopped, fisting his hands in a great show of frustration. “Out with it,” I prompted impatiently. He faced me in surprise, like most people wouldn’t dare talk to him like that. Well, screw it, he wasn’t my King. I didn’t vote for him, as Monty Python would say. ” I started to shake my head but he interrupted me. ” I attempted to cross my arms against my chest in the universal sign of “I’m not amused” but forgot my arms weren’t working. “Go on,” I muttered, although I regretted the words as soon as they escaped.

The werewolves chose a locale bordering the woods. The vampires busied themselves digging their pits and burying their caskets in the middle of the field while their humans set up tents along the perimeter of the caskets. There was no intermingling; they kept to their own in a great show of pride. Although I found the hordes of vampires, fairies and werewolves impressive, the same couldn’t be said for Rand’s coven of witches which numbered…twelve. In his defense, this coven had only recently become his.