“Don’t make me wait because my patience for the moment you finally come to me started wearing thin long ago.” You came to me. The resonance of the words Malyr had breathed in the night I’d negotiated our betrothal echoed in my skull as my shaky fingers clawed the cotton of my shift, fervently pulling it up and over my head, forcing him to release my throat. He had waited for me? But… why? “Since when?” I asked. His hand gripped my throat once more, tilting my head just enough to expose the side where he nipped along a tendon strung tight. “Longer than you can imagine, little white dove.”
