45. Freya

I fell asleep in his arms and for the first time, woke up to find him still there. I smiled, realising I was nestled in the crook of his arm, my hair a messy tangle of wild curls sprawling across his chest.

From the arm I had draped across him, I could see the red welts were vanishing. Now they are just faint silvery lines of past pain. Drifting away like a bad dream. /I’m still working on getting rid of all the marks, be patient/ Livi mentioned quickly /I was distracted/

Dickstracted, I corrected her as the scent of the salve in the air made a fresh blush race across my smiling face.

Zeke shifted lazily in his sleep and the temptation to repay the sleepy, sensual torture he gave me was irresistable.

Except duty calls. I have no idea how long Phillipe has been dead but there is a pack waiting to be run. No doubt proclamations to sign, warrants to stamp. Here I am having a nap.

“I can feel you stressing out,” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. His fresh stubble gave hi