Chapter Twelve
Her eyes fluttered open and she breathed in tiny gasps. The dream she just had started erasing itself from her mind, no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, it eventually slipped away.
She felt the heavy weight of her husband's arm on her waist and turned around to take a peek at him.
His mouth was agape but he didn't resemble a child. Even in his sleep the lines on his forehead and that small hollow in his chin that made if lift itself proudly, everything about the man screamed power and danger.
She shook her head.
Her hand made it's way to his hair and she smoothed it back, almost as if he was waiting for her to do exactly that, his eyes slowly opened and he gave her a careless grin that made feet go warm.
"Morn." He murmured against her shoulder, "How do you feel?
