Dark Star was troubled as she lay in her husband's arms.

"I miss the man I married," she confessed, her voice a hushed whisper in the darkness.

"What do you mean?" Peter propped himself up on his elbow, before looking down at his wife.

"You've changed," Dark Star explained slowly, taking a moment to choose her words well. "Some change is wonderful, of course, but I can't help but miss the wild chief I married." She rolled her next words around in ...