"Tonight?" Sabine sighed, though Rydstrom knew she grudgingly liked her in-laws. "Great. I get to watch Holly battle all through dinner to keep her meal down."
Holly's unrelenting queasiness wasn't surprising since they'd learned she was carrying Cadeon's twins. Two warriors of ultimate good.
Sabine continued, "The last time they were here, Cadeon followed her around like she'd break. He carried her down a set of three steps. You better not do anything like that once we decide to have a kid."
Rydstrom and Sabine were waiting to have their own son until they'd gotten the kingdom settled. They'd decided the power of the well had gone untapped for eons, so a little while longer wouldn't make a difference. Especially when Rydstrom was savoring the indescribable satisfaction of protecting his little queen, spoiling her.
"Sorceress, you know I'll be worse."
"Then expect me to make fun of you. It won't be
avoidable."
There was another factor in their decision to wait. As Sabine had put it, "We'll be having no firstborns, demon, until that vampire Lothaire is contained." As a surprise castle-warming gift to Rydstrom, Sabine had
used a good deal of her own personal jewelry to pay Cadeon's mercenaries to hunt down the Enemy of Old.
The crew had strong leads already, and it was only a matter of time before they found the cunning vampire. .. .
When Rydstrom dropped Sabine's bag of gold on the floor and turned her in his arms, she said, "Earlier, I was thinking about the first night we met. You'd had no idea what was about to hit you when you saw me on the road that night."
"You wrecked my car, my life as I knew it."
"But now you have me, and your crown. You look very kingly on this throne, by the way."
"I practice in the mirror every day."
She grinned. "No, you don't. You're too busy staring at the scratches running up and down your back." Then she said with a purr, "I could add to them, my liege."
He inhaled sharply-and had her traced to their bed before he'd released that breath. As he began the pleasure of undressing her, the sea winds rushed in over them, and she stretched her arms over her head with a languid smile.
He dipped a kiss to her neck while he unraveled the laces of her top. With approval in his tone, he murmured, "This one's complicated."
Sabine sighed, "I'll be worth the wait, demon."
Rydstrom met her gaze, needing her to see all that he was feeling for her.
She did. Her expression grew soft when he grazed the backs of his fingers along her silky cheek. "Cwena, you always are. . . ."