It wasn’t long before I asked Racer to go.
He was quiet, hesitating a long moment.
He doesn’t want to go. Doesn’t want to leave me alone. And I felt the hint of tenderness toward him that he was so worried for me.
But in moments I felt the bed dip and he rose. I saw his silhouette in the darkness of my loft as he collected his clothes in the blackness. Slipping his tunic over his head before heading down the ladder to his own bed.
***
I heard floorboards creaking down below a while later and then the rungs of the ladder.
“Racer I’m fine. Please go back to bed.”
“Bit fiercer than that.” He rumbled in a laughing voice, and I could tell from the more confident note in his voice who he was.
“What do you want, Vanquish?” I refused to roll over to talk to him. Sensing he s
