Elowen stared at Grey with a growing smile until she finally understood exactly why the mention of Amunet had left him looking like someone had just announced his execution. A soft laugh slipped out of her, then another, and before long she was giggling into his chest while Grey looked down at her with increasing irritation.
"I'm glad you're having fun at my expense."
"I am," Elowen admitted without even pretending otherwise, wrapping both arms tighter around him and pressing herself closer. "And I'm not letting you go no matter what, so you'll have to figure the rest out yourself."
Grey felt entirely too much softness press against him, making it hard to focus on anything clearly. Elowen seemed perfectly comfortable despite being naked beneath the covers, and considering the last twenty-four hours of Grey's life, he was starting to wonder if the universe had some personal issue with his ability to think clearly.
