Lara spent her last night with Sha’ul.
The night swirled with a cold wind howling around the mud-packed stone walls, whistling over the wattle and daub roof. But Sha’ul’s cozy dwelling was built with a potent force of love and magic and no outside elements could ever intrude. The large hearth fire crackled and danced above the noise of the wind, and Lara felt warmed almost as much by it as by Sha’ul’s arms around her.
The fur skins that made their bed were deliciously soft as was Sha’ul’s breath pulsing warmly on her neck.
But nothing could dull her relentless heartache, not even the feel of her master’s strong body against her back, his arms holding her close, his long dark mane loose about his shoulders, blending with hers of white-gold. She closed her eyes, wishing the rest of the wo
