Jenaveve sighed as she sat back in Rían’s lap, resting her head against his neck, watching the rushing river a few yards away. Amemori was a few hours west of here, but since it was nearing midday they had decided to relax and eat lunch before continuing their journey. And it would have been a perfect setting to relax, too, if it weren’t for the reminder that they weren’t exactly in a peaceful area due to the half dozen faerie palace guards that surrounded them in various locations.
The muffling whimper of the gleymt baby drew her attention to it. The child’s keeper, a faerie woman with pale green skin and dark fiery red hair that matched Chaz’s, sat on a blanket next to them, delicately patted the baby’s back, soothing him.
Jenaveve tried to swallow the ache in her throat as the though
