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got hurt, or worse killed, trying to find her food, she’d never survive it.
    He was silent for a long moment. Then, “When I call an owl, I’ll see if he might bring us some food.”
    “So long as it’s not a dead rodent.” She shivered, only half teasing.
    “As you wish,” he said so seriously, she burbled out another repressed laugh.
    “Until then,” he said, glancing at the front door, “rest. Take the sitting room. Try to sleep if you can. It will be a long night.”
    “And you?”
    “I’ll wake you in a few hours. You can watch while I rest.”
    She was afraid he wouldn’t sleep, that he wouldn’t bother to wake her. He’d been known to remain awake for days in battle and he would consider this a similar enough situation. “Promise me you’ll try to sleep, not just rest,” she said, even though she knew it was futile.
    “I would never promise you anything I might not be able to deliver.” His voice dropped to a quiet, deep octave.
    The sound sent tremors of tingling sensation through her stomach and down to her core. Again, she wanted to step into him, forgo her duty to Glengowyn, risk her magic, risk everything she was to have him. To lay him on the couch and fuck him until the world ended around them.
    Instead, she disappeared into the sitting room. She doubted she’d be able to sleep, but being near him eroded her will, and their situation was too precarious to risk giving in to the Shaerta . Or her years of yearning and love.
     
     
    To Nuala’s surprise, she did nap for a bit, blissfully without dreams. When Einar woke her, it was twilight dark. “You let me sleep too long,” she accused.
    “We can’t leave until it’s full dark. I’ll have time to rest.”
    She sat up on the couch, a move that brought her level with his groin. Still half asleep, she allowed herself to stare as memories of his thick, perfect cock tormented her. Oh the pleasures they could give each other.
    His growl startled her out of her erotic thoughts.
    “Don’t promise what you have no intention of seeing through,” he muttered.
    “Don’t I?” She was asking herself as much as him. They’d managed to avoid each other’s company for two centuries, despite living in the same city. She’d only glimpsed him on the rare occasions she was called to Court, and then there were so many others around, they were safe from this attraction between them.
    Now, with no buffers, no royal leaders watching their every move, she was no longer sure she wanted to resist him. Denying herself his love all these years had slowly killed something in her. That something seemed to be stirring back to life, and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to sacrifice that part of herself again.
    Why had the queen and king sent him to guard her? They must have known. Did they really think the centuries would dim her desire for Einar? Why did they tempt them this way if they valued her magic as it was?
    She rose. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t kind of me. With you…” She waved a hand vaguely in the air, not sure how to explain.
    “It’s the same for me. With you.”
    None of the exhaustion he must feel showed in his face, but knowledge that he had to be tired after the fight and the injuries forced her away from their personal desires.
    “I’ll keep watch. Try to sleep.” She gave him a level look, which brought out his slight smile, and she gave up. Shaking her head, she picked up her quiver and bow from beside the couch and draped them over her head to rest along her back, then headed toward the doorway and the window at the front door where she could keep an eye on the street.
    Before she left the sitting room, though, Einar called her back. “Take my knife. Just in case. Though if you see anyone, let me know immediately.”
    “I will.” She stared down at the knife, thoughts of the elf she’d actually killed rising up.
    “I…didn’t realize you’d learned to throw knives,” he said into the silence.
    “I’m not as good