Entering my room at the mound felt off. The surroundings were the same, yet everything felt different without Valtor. I missed him deeply, the grief gnawing at me while those around me congratulated me as if my husband becoming a birch tree was a cause for celebration. Seth followed me in, and I turned to him, trying to muster a semblance of control.
"You can have the couch," I said, my voice edged with frustration. His smile faltered, and his blue eyes bore into mine.
"Is there a problem because I refuse to sleep with another man on the same day mine turned into a tree? Sorry, not sorry," I growled, throwing myself onto the mattress and turning away from him.
"Leia, you're not going to get a good night's sleep alone in that huge bed. Just let me hold you for comfort. I swear I won't tr
