Lucia heard the sound of familiar footsteps on the stone tiles in the hallway. She stiffly raised her head and marked the place in the text of the book with her forefinger. Glancing at the position of the sun outside the large windows, she groaned to herself. She had, once again, become so immersed in what she was learning that she had forgotten to go and eat.
That meant that Lestor already have discovered her absence from their rooms and from the hall and would be searching for her.
And finally had found her.
Her husband shouldered open the half-closed door to the library and made his way in, carrying a tray full of food along with a jug of water.
That her big lover, whose hands dwarfed the delicate tray, had taken this task on to ensure she ate, warmed hsr, pushed back the drive to p
