The group had found a pocket of rebels who believed the Healer Prophecy. They had provided a house—and so all Tristan had to do was patrol the wall separating Louisville from Tennessee. He lamented the way the boundaries were what they were. But if they were taken by force they would either be executed or forced back into slavery. Now that he’d tasted freedom with his wife and children, he could not return to the life which he’d known before.“Mmmm, good morning,” he said, gazing down at Alex. She looked beautiful but pale. She had looked wan since the birth of their children—she was still suffering from what Damien had done to her. And because of puerperal bleeding, penetrative sex had been out of the question. So when she reached down between his legs and wrapped her hand around his cock and smiled it was a pleasant surprise. “I need you, Tristan.”He touched her face; he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. He wanted desperately to make love to her. Being unable to touch her was agonizing.
