Iseul sighed, content to remain curled up with his precious vampire under the stars and the swaying leaves of the oak tree. He did feel a bit of sting where the tree’s bark bit into his back, but it would heal soon enough. For now, it was merely a pleasant reminder of what they’d just done.

He reached up to press his palm against Damian’s cheek. “Of course I will. I will be with you.”

This time when he sighed, it was with a hint of sadness. “Would that I can spend the rest of the night here with you, my angel. But we must return soon.”