Haakon
You’re supposed to be healing, brother. Not tricking our mate into bed. Ulf sounded disapproving, but he raised his head to sniff the air, his eyes sparked gold. The woman’s warm, floral scent rose in waves, stronger with every passing moment. Her bosom filled my vision. Pale and heaving. She blinked rapidly, her plump lips slightly parted.
Her heat is almost upon her, I reported. She responds to us.
Enough, Haakon. You must rest.
Spoiling my fun already? But he was right. I needed to sleep, though I did not look forward to it. The magic curled around my bones, knitting them together in the most efficient, if painful, way. My dreams would be of torment. I’d rather stay awake, with the raven-haired vision before me. Even in a torn and dirty shift, my little nursemaid inspired the
