Chapter 66: You're Not Who I Thought You Were

Sunday morning, I roll over and open my eyes when the mattress dips lower on one side.

"Morning, Brene," Kiarr says in that Viking accent that makes my toes curl. He brushes fingers along my brow and down my cheek and jawline like he's memorizing the shape of my face.

"Is everything okay?" I ask more breathless than I thought. "What about the magical attacks?"

"Shhh...'tis all right for now. Ben says this Gwen using the grimoire has to replenish her magic before she can do it again. Tomorrow would be the earliest he estimates."

Tomorrow. I sigh, snuggling closer to Kiarr. "Wait. When did you talk to Ben?" My night with Ben still fresh on my mind and I blush. Did he tell Kiarr what we did?

"Early this morning before ye woke. He's gone to check on yer friends...the werewolf and the necromancer."

"Nora and Melanie?" I lift my head, worry cramming in my throat. "Why? Is something wrong?"