Sin watched Rein cross the room and, even as tired and awful as he felt, he couldn't help but admire the sight of him who'd so quickly become the center of his world.
Dressed only in brown leather pants and a soft, loose-fitting white shirt, barefoot, with his shoulder-length dark hair wavy, tousled and hanging loose, and several days stubble on his face, Rein looked warm and alive, and radiated confidence and comforting strength.
He looked back over his shoulder at Sin before he exited a small doorway set into one of the white stone castle's interior walls, and his easy smile and silver-gray eyes filled Sin with a deep-down heat and contentment that still shocked him.
Growing up and working at Rythgar under Raul's and his father's heavy hands for the thirty-odd years of his life had
