For the next two hours, Razik entertained her questions and taught her the basics of the Avonleyan language. It was only when the candle had indeed burned all the way down and the words on the page blurred that Razik gently closed the book in his lap. “You need to sleep,” he said. She was nestled against his side where she had been leaning to see the book better as he’d explained things to her. “I do,” she murmured, eyes already closed. A palm ran down her hair. “I want you to stay,” she added in a whisper. “I know, mai dragocen,” he answered, the whisper of lips brushing against her temple.
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