The Sentinels Time is of the essence

"there is no need to be sorry," lasher chided softly, moving his lips to her forehead. he had missed the woman, missed her gentle touches and the curves of her body. together they slept each night, but the distance had grown somewhat. lasher made to draw her closer, to lay his chin o'ertop her head and remain there for a moment's time.

"i have made aria a beta. she is young, but she has served donnelaith well." he assumed that his mate knew of what had happened, at least in some part, but she had been away, if only in her mind. he would fill in the gaps of awareness. "and casmir -- our son has caused some dramatics in the lower ranks with matters of young romance."