Sunbeam Lair seorsum

It sounded beautiful—downright romantic, and once more, the ashen waif was left wondering if she read the man before her completely wrong.

It wasn’t as if she trusted her gut instinct on most things.

And if he hadn’t sold her on the idea by offering the details of it, he certainly had by the inquiry to just how many bonus points he could get. Cheeky, almost.

Honeyed eyes swept down in thought, demure never a thing for her, and yet she glanced up once more, amusement clear in her expression. “We’re going to aim for enough bonus points to bring out a gleeful cackle from your Matrona,” she decided—go big or go home, and all that. “I should say a plethora of bonus points from myself if you choose a day when there’s no storm in the forecast.”

His warmth so close to her in the lair, the lightning illuminating the handsome features of the man before her.

Perhaps storms were not so terrible after all.