Eleanor adjusted a little, the aged moonlight pouring into the room. It would be dawn in no time, and then Conaan would wake, and his face would lose the silent peace. He could look happy, he could look angry, or just silent, but nothing beat the tranquility she found right now.

Her hand moved across his face, careful to make her touch so light it would further lure him to sleep. His hand around her was still tight, his eyelashes only moving slightly once in a while.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, before she opened them again. She had known he wasn't the type to...