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the grass and I felt it saturate my thin satin slippers. The air was damp, so much so that I could feel moisture forming on my skin like wet velvet.
    Lucan led me to a nearby stone bench situated just off the beaten path and in the shadows. If I were alone, I would never have ventured into the dark in such a way. It simply wasn’t safe. But Lucan was just as deadly in this life as he was in every other one in which he’d ever lived. I was safer with him than anywhere else in the world.
    I melted against him as we sat, enjoying his masculine scent and the strength that ebbed from him almost palpably. It didn’t matter what his name was or which body he inhabited, he was always the same person and it was my sole mission now to save him.
    ‚It’s a beautiful night, is it not?' he drawled as he stared up at the black night, stretching before he dropped his arm around my back in a subtle gesture as old as time.
    The bright stars twinkled and I couldn’t help but enjoy being here with him, in spite of the pressing responsibility that I felt to find the sword. I could take just a moment to enjoy him. What would it hurt?
    ‚Will you come to my chambers tonight?' I murmured against his neck.
    ‚Has there been a night in your most recent memory when I have not?' he stared at me incredulously.
    ‚Not that I recall,' I laughed softly, enjoying his long fingers wrapped in mine as I ran my fingers through his silky dark hair.
    ‚Well, then there is no reason to begin now,' he announced with finality.
    He lowered his head and engulfed my mouth with his own. I could taste the honeyed mead on his lips and I drew him even closer, clutching at his strong back. I would never be able to get close enough to him, but I could certainly try.
    As his mouth made love to mine, I found myself wondering about our future here.
    Would I be gone before Lucan died in this life? Because I certainly did not want to witness that yet again. I had lost him too many times already.
    But as he deepened the kiss even further, I shoved the unpleasant thoughts from my mind. I was here now and so was he. I’d think about the ugliness later and simply enjoy the now.
    Courtney Cole 21
    With My Last Breath, Book Three

Chapter Four
    I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in the lavishly adorned bed, twisting about in the soft bedclothes, but slumber just wouldn’t come to me. Finally, after staring at the stone ceiling for half an hour more, I crawled out of bed with a sigh. There was no reason to keep Lucan awake with my restlessness.
    I glanced over my shoulder at him. He looked like a little boy as he slept, his handsome face slack and relaxed. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t get over having him back. Time travel was truly a miracle and a blessing. If I blocked out reality just enough, I could pretend that everything was fine.
    I pulled a lacy silk wrap over my nightgown and slipped soundlessly onto my balcony. Leaning onto the thick stone ledge, I stared absently at the countryside below me. Even at night, Camelot was beautiful. Wild bramble and bluebells adorned the rolling hills, along with brilliant red poppies and dark purple violets, appearing as a scene from a vivid painting. I could only just make out the colors in the darkness because of the full yellow moon that hung on the horizon.
    The nighttime dew was so thick that it formed on my own skin within a few minutes. It rained quite a lot here. But the rain kept everything fresh and new, kept the grasses thick and lush. It also made the air clean and sweet. I inhaled a deep breath. It smelled like a mountain spring would taste.
    Lucan stirred in his sleep and I turned, watching him bury his head deep under the pillows through the fluttering curtains surrounding my bed. They were more prone to heavy velvet draperies here in Camelot, but I had insisted on gauzy sheer curtains in my bedchambers. I supposed it was a throwback to my true heritage in the Spiritlands.
    The weather was perfect there, so we