Zenya sighed; she was incredibly tired and longed for a soft bed. The three cabins rested approximately twenty feet apart. They had no right to be fussy, but they'd lived as a single unit since the clan formed and she would miss the closeness.

"Are you okay?" Nicolas circled her shoulder, moving her hair from her neck so he could rub the arch of her collarbone with his thumb.

"Yes, thank you. I want to settle in and rest." She wearily gave a low groan of approval at his ...