Althea stirred at the familiar touch of Gavriel’s lips against her skin. A soft smile curved on her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. She was facing the small balcony of the cabin, and beyond it, the sun was already beginning to rise.

They were still wrapped in each other, bare and warm beneath the sheets. While she loved the comfort of his heat against her skin, a part of her longed to step outside, to feel the breeze and see the world beyond the cabin. She wanted to talk to Melva again, ...