Yorick

By the time we get back to the Academy, my brother’s warriors have arrived with my things. Cyra and I help them unpack and I thank them before they head back home. Rather than waste time unpacking, I take Cyra to her room, strip her down and remind her that she’s mine and will always be mine.

When I feel that I’ve sufficiently worn my mate out, I hop up out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she murmurs, snuggling into bed.

“Time to get some dinner. Plus, I can’t wait to see ...