CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN.

ELARA’S POV

Sleep finally claimed him. I lay there watching his chest rise and fall, slow and steady now, not tight with worry like it had been all night. The lines between his brows had eased. His fingers, which always seemed ready to reach for a sword even in rest, had loosened against the sheets.

Tomorrow we would reach Earldom and my quest begins again.

I turned slightly on my side, careful not to wake him. My gaze traced his face, memorizing it like I might need ...