Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

For the first time in a week, Kaelith didn’t have nightmares. She woke to the feeling of being lifted. She smelled the familiar apples and clove that belonged solely to her fated-mate. Kaelith sighed and slowly opened her eyes. Graeven wore a gentle smile as he walked her toward the bathroom. He pushed the door open with his shoulder. Steam poured out around them and she heard the sound of running