Chapter 38

Conaan slowly moved his head, so his face was right at the top of Eleanor's hairline. Slowly, he left a small kiss on her forehead, his fingers smoothening out her hair. There wasn't a lot of pleasure in that kiss for neither, but it felt a lot more intimate, something like the feel of a soul mate.

"I hear the elders will arrive today," he said, his voice soft, like she was a delicate burst of night breeze that would change directions if his voice went any higher.

She nodded, then wiping off the remaining tears, took a step back from him. It felt a bit too cold, and even though she didn't immediately shuffle back into his body, she moved a little closer.

"You should get ready to meet them," he added, his eyes now searching hers.

"I will."

A proud smile took over his lips, and he nodded, then almost reluctantly walked away from her. She stood there long after he was gone, his scent, his warmth, shadows of his promises lingering in the air before her.

She