Tor was eager to begin their journey back to the Great Forest. There was no time to waste; he must find his children. ‘And so again, goodbye, Tor,’ Eryn said, squeezing his hand. ‘Cloot is beautiful.’ She smiled and whispered her next words. ‘I envy his time with you.’ Tor looked to where Saxon and Quist were joking about the bump on the head which Saxon had sustained on their first meeting; the Kloek was pretending it still troubled him. ‘Janus is mad for you, Eryn. He worships you.’ ‘I know. And I feel the same towards him…in my own strange way. I meant what I said at the wharf. Only Alyssa could satisfy you, Tor.’ Eryn instantly regretted her words, knowing he would punish them—as he did, taking great relish to embarrass her. ‘Well now, that depends on what type of satisfaction you could be referring to.’ He grinned. ‘Hush! Do you forget my husband stands so close?’ But she was laughing at his teasing, loving that they could do this.
