He returned to her, over six feet of warrior, strong, deadly, hers. Blood stained his jaw, his neck, his leather armor, and some of his hair, but she wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and kiss him until she forgot where she ended and he began. With a smile, he offered her a hand, and she took it. He rubbed a thumb gently over the drying blood on her skin. “Let’s get cleaned up.” He walked her toward their quarters across swaths of shining black pathways, past babbling streams and cascading waterfalls, shimmering with the soft sage glow of the bioluminescence.
