Capture of a Heart by Mya Lairis

Author:Mya Lairis [Lairis, Mya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Multicultural, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2016-01-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Shoraya had never been the type to enjoy lingering in bed, but then she had never had such a good reason to. Gavenas woke first but left the comfort of her side only long enough to reheat the meal from the night before and to bring it to the bedside. She ate her breakfast from his fingers and he from hers along with a few sips of wine before the ease between them gave way to yet another round of lovemaking.

Leaving the comfort of the bed didn’t seem to occur to either of them as noon came and went. Even then, it was not a decision made by her. It was the howling calls of canines that stirred Gavenas from her hold and caused him to groan.

She freed him to his summons, watching him take to the indoor spring for a swift cloth bath before donning his robes. He explained before leaving that he would not be long and that they only sought a mediator for a pack dispute. He even bade her rest and await his return, but no sooner had he passed through the curtain of the tent than Shoraya was gently easing out of bed.

Although her limbs felt like heavy logs, she pushed through her exhaustion to clean herself and tidy the den. All the while, she mused on her situation. Being with Gavenas was so easy, felt so right, despite his effortless shifts from careful submissive to hungry dominant. Shoraya tried to remind herself that she was a guest—an indebted one at that—but touching his things, organizing the stones that still remained near the hearth where she had left them, was a comfort, not unlike blade dancing. Clearing the table and washing the plates and utensils, even folding blankets, eased almost every worry about propriety that emerged within her.

Almost.

She had never really cared for domestic chores, and that she so readily wanted to make the den nice for Gavenas’s return worried her. Her life was that of the traveler, the journey of the student. Learning from nature and perfecting the art of the blades was her passion, or so she had been so certain. It was with that question that she sought underneath the pallet and withdrew her sheathed blades.

She sat down and placed them across her lap. Aurra and Belon. She admired her swords’ lengths and their weight, the designs of dragons and the caricatures of mountain ranges coiling around the sheaths and the leather wrapped around the handles. She pulled one blade, Aurra, the lighter of the blades, partly out of its protective covering to view the glint of its steel. She sighed at the shimmering sight of the metal: sure, sharp, and as dependable as the mountain vein that it was mined from. With steel there were no doubts and certainly no worries. There could not be. The very basics of the sword required a clear head and surety, two things that Shoraya found herself deeply in need of.

She replaced the blade in its holster and brought them both with her out of the den.

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