I take three thick black volumes of Shadow Warrior history back to my bedroom. The leather is old and supple, the smell that of antique books, which stirs warm fuzzies in my belly.
King gave me a short tour of his home after we left the underground section and also showed me my room. He hasnt kissed me since we arrived and hes given me a separate room. Im trying not to feel disappointed, but its a lie. I want to be in Kings bed no matter how wrong it is. Technically hes still an enemy of the Federation. And technically, I dont care. He obviously needs time to decide if we should sleep together and I wouldnt appreciate being rushed, so theres no way Ill rush him. I also wont beg.
I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it.
In the beginning, there were two.
In the beginning, one male, one female.
In the beginning, no war, no famine.
In the beginning, love.