I was half asleep in the room we’d managed to trade some cans of food for. And I didn’t mean old tin-cans. I meant actual canned fruits and vegetables from Stolas’ garden. I tried not to gasp incredulously along with the barkeep as they came free of my pack during the negotiations. Stolas had managed to somehow look smug, even in his smaller bird form, as he quietly preened his feathers. Now, I was curled on my side on the bed, and could only hum happily when Stolas wrapped his warm body around me. His human body.
“I need you.” He murmured, tugging my shirt down to expose my Mark. “I need to be fed. I need the connection. I need you.” I was so out of it, it took me a while to register exactly what he’d said as he kissed my Mark. The familiar stabbing sensation helped bring me
