I bet she couldn’t.
“Sabine –” I started but she cut me off.
“And it was fantastic… it was… it was amazing. And I think he liked it too.”
I was sure he did.
“Sabine –” I tried again but she kept talking.
“But, I don’t know… I’m worried. What if I hurt him? He seems strong and healthy but, I don’t want…”
I tried and succeeded in not bursting out laughing thinking of tiny, sweet Sabine hurting big, strong Zahnin and decided it was time to be heard.
“Sabine,” I called, reaching out to grab her hand. “Come back to the roof and out of your bedroom, my sweet friend.”
Her eyes focused on me.
I squeezed her hand. “He’s fine. Absolutely fine. Don’t worry about him. You’re taking care of him now in the way he needs. He’s been trained since five to know what his body can and cannot do.
Let him decide what he can take and just… uh…” I grinned, “enjoy the ride.”
Her eyes got wide, her face got so red I could see it in the torchlight and then she giggled so when she did, I thought it was safe to giggle with her and Narinda joined in.
After another squeeze, I released her hand and she looked back over the rooftop which now showed a sky that was mostly midnight blue and twinkling stars with hazy streaks of pink.
“My warrior husband is gentle and patient,” she whispered to the night sky. “I never, ever would have thought…” she stopped and her eyes came back to us. “It started as a nightmare but now seems like the sweetest dream.” Her head tipped to the side and a small,
confused smile played at her lips when she whispered, “How can that be?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, but somehow these boys can pull it off,” I answered with feeling.
“They sure can,” Narinda agreed, we all looked at each other and then we all giggled again.
That was when I heard a low, warning growl come from deep in Ghost’s throat. I turned my head to her to see her head was turned to the top of the stairs. Then she gracefully gained her feet but in a watchful, guarded way that made me brace and I looked to the stairs.
Bohtan and Bain were ascending them. I started to smile but caught the looks on their faces, felt the vibe and heard Ghost growl again and I realized something was wrong.
I knew it definitely when Bain ordered my girls, “Prepare your queen to take her throne. Official business. Do it swiftly, we cannot delay.” His eyes came to me. “We await you at the front with Zephyr.”
He said no more before he turned and both warriors disappeared down the stairs.
What on earth?
“What’s happening, Circe?” Sabine asked in a hushed, worried voice as I watched all five of my girls scurry to me, leaving their fabric where it lay.
I didn’t know.
What I did know was that very soon I was going to find out.
And I was queen so I needed to get my ass in gear.
So I rose to my feet and whispered, “All is well, I’m certain, but I must hurry.”
And without a look back, I hurried.
* * * * *
“The beast remains here,” Bain ordered and I looked down at Ghost who was standing beside where I was mounted on Zephyr at the front of the house.
“I –” I started.
“Order it to the house,” Bain commanded, I started at his tone, one he’d never used on me. Then I nodded and looked down at Ghost.
“Ghost, go into the house, my baby.”
She growled in a scary way that I heard as “me” or “no” but she didn’t move.
“House, now, Ghost,” I demanded, she growled her denial again and still didn’t move.
“We have no time for this, brother,” Bohtan muttered.
“Very well,” Bain muttered back, jerked his chin at Bohtan then jerked his reins and his horse turned. He took point. I moved Zephyr behind him, Ghost prowling at my side. Bohtan fell in at the rear.
“Bain, can you –” I called.
“No talking, my golden queen,” he ordered and I bit my lip.
Something was wrong. Bain wasn’t like this. Not with me.
