Feeling blind, she squeezed Aren’s hand to assure herself he hadn’t deserted her. Her held breath eased out. “Close your eyes again. I promise you’ll like what you see when you open them.” “Shiny pebbles,” she sighed, looking all around the now-luminous cave. “We call them realloppas.” She was so enchanted by the glowing cavern, she barely noticed when Aren waded deeper into the cave then carried her out of the water where the river became shallow. But she did notice the shimmering fabric he wrapped around her. It was the same material she’d put under her pillow last night. The same fabric woven by Drew and Laurette that had, Kel feared, caused her nightmares. She pushed out of it, frantic to shed it. It clung until Kel gave up and half-relaxed into its gossamer embrace. Her skin heated and tingled. Awareness overcame her. Aren’s naked body heat surrounded her, his cock pressed between her buttocks and wreaked havoc with her good sense. A curious longing washed through her, yet every nerve in her body felt tight with anticipation.
