Normally he wasn’t the kind of demon who enjoyed staying in his lover’s bed all night. It was too personal, it made things complicated too fast. But with Mikayla he hadn’t been able to tear himself away. Not even after she’d slipped into such a deep sleep she never would have known he’d left. What is it about this woman? he wondered for the hundredth time. There was a reason he kept all his relationships superficial. Life was easier that way. And safer all around. Except nothing was ever simple with Mikayla. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he’d felt this way. It had nearly destroyed his family and sent him into exile. No, nothing good came from caring for lovers. He’d learned his lesson, hadn’t he? Mikayla shifted by his side. Ciar turned back to her, helpless to do anything but enjoy the last few moments of quiet. Her sleeping face was relaxed in a peace he never saw during the day. Usually worry filled her eyes or, when he was lucky, lust. But she never looked as unguarded as she did now.
