Chapter 80. When War Comes

Third-Person POV

“I love you, Aaron,” she mumbled.

He knew that and believed it. “I love you too.”

They stayed in each other’s arms, unmoved and unwilling to let go. The night was chilly, but Zera didn’t seem to mind. Aaron held her close to his warm body, and the heat kept her content.

She kissed his chest while running her hand over the engravings, making him shiver at her touch.

“We should go inside,” he said, seeing as the morning approached. They had laid for over an hour in silence, and as much as he wanted to continue, he knew they shouldn’t.

She nodded, and he helped her to her feet, gathering her clothes and helping her put some on. He found his trousers and shirt not so far away and quickly retrieved them. He wore them, hoping to go in and clean up properly.

“You’re okay, right?” he asked, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up her boots. He took hold of her hand, bringing her attention to him, and their gazes locked.