Chapter 49

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 take her tonight. Not while he still had to reassure her about another man. But she could not deny a little treacherous part of her had wanted him to.

Maybe it was for the best, and she knew even sooner than he thought, she would want it just as much. She moved her fingers through his hair, the silky strands falling slowly back, and she chuckled to herself again.

"Is it really that fascinatin