A Familiar Face

Cool hands parted her thighs, loving lips pressed to hers, and then she woke, her body sore. Catherine barely recalled what happened when her back hit the bed last night, only the slap of skin, and the scent of their activities hovering in the air. They were still asleep, she wondered, poking Silas’s face, something she would never dare do when he was awake. The men often slept in a halo around her, something she felt strange at first, until the first time their group faced attackers. Zion and Gunther could transform quickly and dispose of the enemy without even waking her up, thanks to her Fae.

Silas let her know the next day, much to Zion’s and Gunther’s annoyance. He said it was only to prove he helped, and that was back before Catherine knew about Silas’s past. She dressed herself and walked over to the window. When she first arrived here, every new day brought the shock of something new to her, but she was growing accustomed to this world. To alwa