The Lost King by Raven Storm

Author:Raven Storm [Storm, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raven Storm Publishing, LLC

Chapter

Fifteen

SAKALA

With a full belly, an actual plan, and even the promise of a purpose once we returned to Lyoness, I tried to shake off the lingering worry. Had Kavni eaten? Was my father taking care of her? I couldn’t worry about it; I had to worry about myself. Get home, then I could take care of Kavni.

At least, instead of being shoved in a claustrophobic cottage with strange humans, I was safe in my high tree house tonight, the night sky visible through the branches. The wind played lightly with my hair, and it was hard to feel too stressed or worried. Even if the three of us had gone to sleep in three separate corners, and now Fane pressed up against me, mumbling in his sleep.

I didn’t protest right away. The night air was chilly, much colder than it got on Lyoness. His body heat was helping. Fane shifted again, and then I felt it.

“Hey. Stop that.” I elbowed him in the stomach, and he grunted.

“Wassit? Being attacked?” Rather than pull away, his arms tightened around me, pulling me into his chest.

I growled. “Your little draken is attacking my backside.”

Fane yawned, his lips stretching back to reveal all four fangs. “ ‘Cause you’re beautiful,” he mumbled.

I expected to have to jab him again, but his grip around me loosened and he turned on his side, giving me space and privacy as he turned his back to me. So why was I so annoyed?

Well, I was cold now. That was one reason. And I suppose … it hadn’t been that bad to have him pressed up against me. I didn’t expect him to actually listen to me. He never had in the past. Then again, Fane was acting like a different draken than the one I’d grown up with: complimenting me, making sound decisions, and just being mature.

It was freaking me out.

Calm, I ordered my brain. Nothing bad was happening. I was safe. No one was pressuring me to do anything. I breathed out, relaxing my muscles one by one. My immediate concern was the cold. Astrid was doing just fine by the looks of it, bundled up in a heavy cloak she’d thrown over herself. Then again, I knew the warm-blooded humans and witches had different bodies than us. The cold could turn fatal for a draken much faster than a human.

I swallowed my pride and rolled back over to Fane, pressing up against his back.

“ ‘S matter?” he groggily asked, turning toward me slowly.

“I’m cold,” I grit out tersely, embarrassed.

He yawned again, opening his arms. “C’mere then.”

Without further hesitation, I nuzzled myself against his chest, resting my cold nose in the crook of his neck. Our combined body heat made it the perfect temperature, and we weren’t pressed hard together since we had to allow room for my wings and the stupid clamp between us. My eyes closed, but sleep was now the furthest thing from my mind—what with Fane cuddled right up against me, and the scents coming from him.

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