Chapter 7

As he turned to go, he heard the snap of a twig nearby. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he reached for the ornate dagger about his person when he was pushed against a tree trunk. His hood fell upon his shoulders and he stared into the dark eyes of his sorcerer.

“Warin!”

“Hush, my prince,” Warin whispered, his fingertips lightly tracing over Benedict’s lips. “You do not wish to call attention to us.”

Benedict shook his head, but the movement was stopped by Warin’s hands on either side of his face. His sorcerer lowered his mouth to his in a blistering kiss. He grasped Warin’s tunic and pulled him closer, their tongues relearning the taste they’d only had yesterday.

“What are you doing out here alone, Benedict?” Warin asked when they came up for air. “Where are your guards?”

“I left them behind. I hit my keeper with a goblet.” Benedict frowned. “I know I should not have.”