It was easy to evade the subject when it came up, as she was easily distracted once they became lovers. One touch, and she dismissed everything else from her mind. Once he took her mouth, all questions were forgotten. He continued to diligently set aside the preposterous notion that he and the Anwyn Queen were meant to be mates. When the battle they were destined to fight together was over, if they won—and he was not turned into a soulless monster—she would return to her people and her City, and he would return to his studies and his freedom. There were many other females who would make fine lovers in the future. Perhaps they would not be so beautiful, or so enthusiastic, or so valiant. Perhaps they would not call his fire to the surface, as Keelia did. Perhaps they would be boring and uninspiring and forgettable, but he would have his freedom. There were less than two weeks until the next full moon, and they had not yet found the Caradon wizard who possessed the stone which must be destroyed.
