Kaelyn woke with Wyndham’s arms wrapped around her. Pale morning light streamed through the window and the feel of his body pressed against her drew a tingling heat over her. But the sensation of peace was deceptive. Cat wasn’t a cat, but a spy, just like Aric hadn’t really been a friend and everyone else had been lost in Mythnar. All she had left was Wyndham.
She hugged his arms to her chest. If only she could lie like this forever. In between time and duty. But that wouldn’t make either of them happy. He had a responsibility to his family and kingdom, and she supposed she had a duty to him. She’d been wishing that a lot lately–to be still, frozen in a moment–and it was always followed by a ‘but’. But maybe there was still hope. Maybe they could be more of the everything and less of the nothing he’d said they’d been.
But that could only happen after the situation was resolved. Reynold had to be warned about the guard at Mythnar and he had to be told that the clansmen had nothing to do with the attack–if, in fact, he could be trusted. Which meant she had to confront Cat and find out what he knew.