CHAPTER 31
Penrys woke to the twittering of birds and the soothing sound of running water. Her face was grateful for the freshness of the cool air, but her body was warm. If she didn’t move, nothing hurt.
That must be Zandaril’s arm, draped around her, and she could hear a low, rumbling snore at her back.
We’re alive. How far did we get? Far enough he hasn’t found us yet.
She’d settle for that.
Her head throbbed, but not too badly.
Oh. The wings.
What did Zandaril think of that? Must not be too bad, or he wouldn’t still be here.
She realized she had no shirt on, under the blanket, and his arm was around her bare waist. She took a deeper breath and it… moved. He was still asleep, but his hand had a mind of its own. It brushed one breast, still in its breast-band wrapping and she fel
