That night was spent in an isolated spot by a gentle river, far away from the road. Nikolaus roused enough to eat something that Nyton had heated up on the fire and then promptly fell back asleep in Kaillen’s arms.
He woke sometime in the night, murmuring against Kaillen's skin as he tightened his grip upon his lover.
Drowsily, he lay there, savoring the moment. He was warm, fed, the pain of his wound had dulled somewhat, and Kaillen was safe beside him.
This moment was very good.
Kaillen stirred, his soft breath feathering across Niko’s shoulder for a moment. He shifted, letting his fingers ghost over Kaillen’s face in the darkness.
“How is your leg, my lord?”
“Better, much better.” He let his fingers trail over Kaillen cheek, then slide curled around the back of his neck to draw hi
