Chapter 107

"Are you nervous?"

It was early evening, just minutes before we planned to leave to find Faust, rescue Archer, and hopefully end this war once and for all. Grady and I dressed in my room, having spent most of the day in bed. We'd been whittling more arrows, of course, among other things.

"No," I answered truthfully, buttoning up a second flannel over the first.

Grady stepped closer and nuzzled my ear, his palm flat against my belly. "I was hoping you'd say yes."

"And if I do say yes?" I leaned into his touch, my blood humming, my pulse racing.

"The last time you were nervous, I helped." He slid his hand down the front of my pants and groaned when he found me wet.

"So you did," I whispered as he slicked his fingers inside me.

"I knew you'd remember." He ground against me, his low rumbling growl vibrating into my chest and sinking lower and lower still, gathering at my center at the same urgent rhythm as his fingers. "Fly high, my love."