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just in case. Silence and stillness reigned.
    “I didn’t see anything from the roof either,” he said quietly. “We have more time. To rest.”
    She faced him. “I hope you intend to do more than just rest with me.”
    He lifted three small sacks. “I also intend to feed you.”
    Sidling toward him, she set the knife onto a locker beside the bed and without pausing opened her shirt and let it slip off her arms to the floor. His gaze dropped to her breasts as her nipples puckered in the cool air.
    “Only food?” she asked as she tugged her trousers off with equal speed and lack of ceremony. The increasing rise and fall of his chest as his breathing sped made her shiver.
    “Not just the food,” he confirmed to her satisfaction. When he met her gaze, both amusement and heat flickered in his dark eyes. “But you need to eat and drink before any other activities.”
    “Hmmm. Maybe.”
    Though the water did sound very good at the moment, the feel of Einar’s chest against her palms seemed more important. The Shaerta continued to spark and sizzle in her blood. They hadn’t been apart long enough for it to ease, and it drove her beyond other bodily needs.
    But when he drew out a water sack, thirst did reassert itself, and she gulped down a heavy few swallows gratefully. He made sure she was drinking before uncorking a second sack for himself. Watching the way his throat worked as he swallowed amplified the building heat between her legs.
    Though she knew she couldn’t afford to waste drinking water on cleaning herself fully, she retrieved one of the remaining strips of silk she’d cut for bandages from her robe and poured just enough water onto it to wash her most intimate parts.
    Einar watched, still as a statue, while she caressed the damp silk over her swollen flesh, between her legs. His focused attention started her heart beating rapidly, and the excitement already a low hum in her veins thrummed.
    “You’re more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” he said, his gaze locked on her gentle movements.
    She wanted to tell him she loved him too. But she held back, knowing that declaration would require a serious conversation. In that moment, she didn’t want talk.
    “You’re overdressed,” she commented as she set the strip of silk aside and reached for the remaining two burlap sacks, each holding enough food to see them through the day.
    She investigated their food while watching him strip from the corner of her eye. He was already hard, much to her pleasure. The sight kept her breathing erratic, even when her stomach rumbled again as the scent of strong cheese rose up to her.
    The owls had brought them a round of Glengowyn cheese, two small loaves of bread and some dried fruit and nuts. Lightweight but substantial enough to keep up their energy for the night ahead.
    Though, given the energy they’d just used, and were about to use again, they probably could have done with another round of cheese.
    Despite his obvious desire and the gentle bump of his erection against her hip, he did make sure she ate some of the food first, popping a small bite of cheese between her lips while she was too distracted by his nearness to think.
    She chuckled and allowed him to feed her, savoring the care, the attention. While her people coddled her because of her magic, no one but Einar ever thought to really take care of her in so fundamental and loving a way.
    During the second goblin war, he’d done the same, ensuring she ate and drank, watching until he was satisfied she’d consumed enough to continue working. Her awe, the power of the gesture, came from the fact that he didn’t pay any attention to who witnessed his care for her. He didn’t try to hide how he looked out for her.
    The most deadly and dangerous elf of Glengowyn, the warrior singlehandedly responsible for the deaths of hundreds, maybe thousands of enemies, so feared even his fellow soldiers stepped carefully around him, took the time to care for