Eastiel had put Cecilia to sleep. She had been boneless and exhausted on the bed. He'd cradled her limp body, helped her bathe and wash away the evidence of… everything, and even brushed her teeth for her when she'd mumbled she was too tired to do it herself.
It was a dream come true for him.
He was just settling onto the bed beside her, ready to wrap himself around her warmth, when a soft but insistent knock came at his chamber door.
"My Lord," his aide's voice filtered through, hushed. "It's the Black Wolf King."
Eastiel blinked, irritation and surprise warring. So late?
No. On second thought, it made perfect sense. Arkai had almost certainly felt everything they'd just done through Sense Sharing. He'd likely waited for the connection to quiet, for the aftermath to settle, before reaching out.
"Bring it in."
