It was early afternoon when Roland tossed down the sword he held and put his hands on his hips. “I wish to rest.”
Magnus frowned. “Rest?”
Roland nodded and wiped his hand across his sweaty brow. “We have been at this forever, Magnus. My limbs are on fire and I barely catch my breath.”
“Very well.” Magnus picked up Roland’s discarded sword and set both nearby. “Are you hungry? Shall I catch us another rabbit?”
“Later,” Roland said. “There is something else I wish for now.”
“What?”
A blond eyebrow shot up. “Can you not guess?”
Magnus’s groin tightened instantly at the leer from Roland. He swallowed. “I am not sure swiving in the dwelling during the middle of the day is a good use of our time.”
“Aye, no doubt. So let us save time and skip the dwelling.”
“What?”
Roland smiled impishl
