ZURI

The wind carried the scent of night jasmine as soon as the garden swallowed us. The world behind us dimmed with every step Tyr took. The chanting faded. The glow of moonlight stretched wide on the grass like a quiet invitation.

My pulse trembled in my throat. I felt the bond tugging between us, subtle and warm, pulling me closer to him with every breath.

Why was I so uneasy? We had been intimate more times than I could remember, so why was I suddenly like a shy schoolgirl?

Tyr stopped ...