Bearclaw Valley [m] Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

He was prepared to offer further reassurance that nothing bad could happen if they didn't want it to, but there was no need to voice them. Aventus should have known better. His entire life was a cruel demonstration that bad things happened no matter how much you wished they wouldn't. He was foolish to think this would be any different.

But right now, here, he didn't care. All he knew was scorching love and desire for his wife. Arielle urged him to pull her to him again and Aventus obliged at once, letting her consume him entire, feeling his every vein singing her name, all while locking that forbidden concern far away in the darkest corner of his mind.