But the craving didn't fade. It pulsed, insistent.
Voss must have read it on her face, the way his dark eyes tracked the slight tension in her jaw, the way her fingers kept absently tapping against her thigh. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, a warm, lingering kiss that smelled like smoke and pine.
"Let me get those for you," he said quietly, already moving to go into the fels space. He got a few packets of chocolate and some fresh eggs. Voss weighed them in his palm with that calculating look he got, the one that meant he was running numbers and odds behind those sharp eyes.
"I'll go trade these for some berries and chillies. Even though it's late, I bet someone's still selling something in the main market." His thumb brushed her cheek. "Or if not, I'll go first thing in the morning. Alright, my love?"
