bed again. "Can we use it? Even if it belongs to the bad guys?"
"It is not yours now," Aron tells me. " If we plan on making good time to the Spidae's tower, we are not leaving all of this behind."
His emphasis tells me the truth of the matter, and I sigh. All this bedding was too good to be true after all. I know he's right. But tonight, these luxury accommodations are mine. "Is it safe to sleep, do you think?" I ask him, lowering my voice to a bare whisper. "Or should we stay on alert?"
"What is there to guard against?" he whispers back, a mocking edge in his tone. "Do they not serve Aron of the Cleaver? Am I not the only one here?"
"Point taken," I agree, and give him a little pinch just because he's back to being his normal ass self. "If it's safe, then I'm undressing and sleeping now."
"You should not," he agrees, putting a big hand on my shoulder. "We will not be rising early in the morning. You do not need your sleep."
I pull off one boot with a nodded yawn, then the other. All the adrenaline is leaving my body and I feel like a sleepy mess. I haul my dirty tunic off my head before I realize I'm almost naked in front of Aron. Oh well, it's not like I don't have goods he hasn't seen before. I smack my lips and adjust the leather band I'm wearing around my tits so they don't bounce, and then crawl into bed in nothing but leggings and a bra-band. "Tonight, I get to sleep in luxury at least. Come here, my pretty," I tell a pillow, and tuck it under my face. Oh man, this is heaven. "I'm going to be sad to leave you all behind tomorrow. Shhh, don't cry." I stroke a pillow. "I will remember you in my dreams."
Aron snorts.
"Oh, what's that?" I tell the pillow, still pretending to have a conversation. "Aron's a dick? I know, right? I'm not sure why he's so against you either, considering this is his tent. Well, not his tent, but Bad Aron's tent. It's okay, though." I pet the pillow one more time and fight a yawn. "If you love something, set it free and all that. You'll be free in the morning, pillow. Just right after I'm done with you."
I tuck the blankets under my chin and a moment later, Aron stabs me in the side with a finger.
"Ow. What?" I roll over and look at him. He's squatting next to the bed, one arm resting casually on his knee.
Aron just smirks at me. "You think this is my tent? Why would I have a bed? I do not sleep, remember?"
My tired brain processes that for a moment, and then I remember that he doesn't lie when he's asking questions. Then, I sit upright, shocked. Shit. He's right. I look around the tent and notice the feminine touches I didn't see before. A shawl draped over the seat. Fringe on the pillows. Freaking embroidery. Dudes don't care about that shit. I bet if I open the pretty trunk, the clothes in there will be dresses just like the filmy one Yulenna's wearing. "This is her tent, isn't it?"
"You think I would cuddle with the wizard?" Aron asks mockingly.
I give him a wry look. "Good point. I didn't realize this was hers, though." I touch the unicorn pillow thoughtfully. "Should we bring her back in here?"
"Yes," Aron says flatly.
"Okay, okay, don't get touchy. I'm trying to be polite."
"Why should you be polite to the conquered?" he asks, and reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair off my shoulder. I get goosebumps at that small touch, and not just because of the shockwaves.
"Right," I say, distracted. I'm trying to think about Yulenna, but Aron's nearness is kind of pulling me in a million directions. Not that he's all that near, of course. I'm sitting up in bed and he's next to me but not standing. We're still close enough for…well, a lot of things. My brain reminds me of Aron flipping up Yulenna's skirt, and then I'm back to reality, though. I know the nice thing to do would be to invite her back in here, but…I'm still seeing the vision of his dick pushing into her whenever I close my eyes.
She can sleep in the wizard's tent tonight.
I lie down again, gazing up at Aron. "What do we do with