I let her slide down my body, savoring the muscled curves of thighs and belly, the softer touch of her breasts. I stopped her when her mouth was level with mine and tasted her lips with more relief than passion—though that quickly changed.

She hadn’t been kissed often. I could tell from the occasional surprised sounds she made. I was out of practice and bit her bottom lip a little too sharply once. When I would have pulled back, though, she returned the favor.

At last, nibbling on the corner of my mouth, Tisala said, “I’m too heavy for this.”

I laughed. Aroused as I was, I could have held her forever, but I used the excuse to set her down before I did something we’d both regret.

“If we don’t hurry, Oreg will be back up here,” I said.

She touched my chest lightly and the sensation burned into my skin. “I’ll go tell my father that we’re going out hunting.”

IKNOCKED LIGHTLY.

Garranon opened the door. “Ward?”

“If you’ll give me a minute,” I said, “I have a proposition that might interest you.”

“Let him in,” said his wife from somewhere behind him.

Garranon stepped back and allowed me into his room, shutting the three of us in the small room—four if I counted the exhausted child sleeping in the bed.

“My husband tells me that you believe that Jakoven holds Farsonsbane and that he used it to kill our people.” Allysaian sat upright on the edge of the bed and Garranon took up a stance in front of the window. The separation between them was as vast and solid as ice.

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you or your wizard have an idea of how to stop him?” she asked.

“Yes, actually, that’s what I came to talk to Garranon about, Lady,” I said, and, as succinctly as possible, I told them what I intended to do.

When I was through, Garranon shook his head, the expression on his face showing nothing but mild regret. “I have told my lady that I will not leave again.”

“He regrets that he had left me all these years and forced me to play the lord rather than the lady,” said Allysaian expressionlessly.

A muscle in Garranon’s face tightened.

I turned to Garranon. “Do you think that you could have prevented the deaths of your people where your wife did not?”

His eyebrows climbed up his beautiful face. “Of course not.” He made a sharp dismissive gesture with his hand. “The only way to have prevented this is if I’d had the courage to kill Jakoven while he slept.”

“If you had done that,” his wife said hotly, “you would be dead. And Buril would have been razed to the ground as the holding of a regicide, and our people left to the bandits. This is not your fault.”

“Isn’t it?” he asked.