17
Rue
When I get up in the morning, I find coffee waiting for me in the kitchen of the little house we rented. Dryas is at the cramped kitchen table. He’s looking at a map of the area that we are in, a puzzled look on his face. He picks up his half-full coffee mug, taking a sip.
He sees me enter the kitchen and nods to me. “I made coffee. And Miko brought cream from somewhere.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Thanks, but coffee turns my stomach lately. I don’t know why. I liked it so much before…”
He’s too absorbed in the map to really pay attention to what I’m saying. I drop a kiss on his head as I sit down, grimacing. I’m more than a little sore from the night before when we f****d three times in a row.
Actually, we have f****d like that every night since Dryas rescued me from the auction. It
