CHAPTER 7Nothing stirred when Annie rose from Theo’s bed. He slept on, his lashes dark against his cheeks, his mouth in a soft pout as he rolled away from the empty space she left. She refused to look behind her as she slipped into the hall, but with the closed door at her back, she sagged and shut her eyes.
Her dreams had been an erotic concoction of both men pleasuring her, then pleasuring each other, all of it mingling with her fears at being left behind. She didn’t think it was that unreasonable. Didn’t Theo count as Quin’s One True Love? Quin had held onto the sword for centuries. That meant something.
So did the fact that Theo seemed to know her just as well as Quin did. It had been frighteningly easy to fall asleep in his bed last night, even though she should have been too anxiou
