Eryka gently took Gunnar’s hand. “They’d like time alone.” Tova rolled her cat eyes. “All gods, not like that. He’s injured.” “But his tongue and fingers are not,” said Eryka. “Those are some of my favorites.” Tova’s eyes widened. “Bleeding hells, how do you handle her mouth?” “Masterfully.” Gunnar wrapped an arm around Eryka’s shoulders and kissed her head.
