It’s the middle of the night when we finally get back home. I’m exhausted, and there is a burning ache inside me, and I’m uncomfortable, damp between my legs. At least there were few people out while we walked home so we could go more straight than when we went to Mother Chandra. Another bonus was the lack of a heavy burden—no sacks of food to carry home.
After throwing off the slave gray, the first thing I do is to take a bath. I’m alone at this time. Mother Grey took my shift and left me, thinking I went straight to bed. I try to wash off my unmet need so that I can be relaxed when I go to sleep, but my body craves to be touched by my dragon mate.
Getting into the big empty bed, I wonder where Bjørnar is. He is probably sleeping in the slave quarters tonight. That means there is no one
