"Excellent read! I really enjoy Zuri and Henri's story. They are very different people, a mercenary and a healer. From their first meeting they have this great flirty banter that was just fun to read. Henri is a character that was introduced in the first book, A Hint of Frost. So, glad he got his own story. A Breath of Winter is such an enticing read, one of my favorites in the series." - Anna's Book Blog
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Subtle warmth in his voice lured me closer. "Stop squinting so hard and relax." I rolled nearer to his bedside and ran my fingers through his hair. "There. That's better."
"I ought to send you away," he murmured.
"Afraid of my brothers, are you?" I teased while scratching his scalp lightly with my fingernails.
He cracked one eye open. "Let me worry about your brothers."
"I can't make you any promises." I admitted, "I worry about them constantly."
He turned his head toward me. "I regret adding to your burden."
"I mean it." He stretched out his arm and rested his palm on my knee. "I should have done more than I did. If I had given your family the same consideration as I gave mine, we wouldn't be here."
"If I had read the fine print in our contract with Hishima, we wouldn't be here either."
His thumb stroked the inside of my thigh. "You can't blame yourself."
"I can't blame you either." It wasn't fair. As my initial anger faded, I began to see that.
I was angrier at myself for being led so easily into Hishima's trap than at Henri's actions.
"Am I forgiven, then?"
I thumped the crown of his head. "I wouldn't go that far."
He reached up and rubbed his scalp. "How far would you go?"
"This far." I leaned over, used my finger to tilt his face and kissed him.
"Were you making a point just now?"
I chuckled while sliding my gaze down his body, toward the laces of his pants. "You tell me."
The flash of color in his cheeks drew me down for another taste of him. This time he caught me. Short as my hair was, he had to cup my neck to take control of the kiss.
I let him, moaning encouragement while I slid my hand across his chest. I relished the pounding of his heart under my palm for a moment before easing lower. When my fingertips brushed the closure of his pants, Henri wrapped an arm around me, tugging me half on top of him.
I bumped my shin on his bedframe, sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled a curse.
He released me instantly and pushed up onto his elbows. "Are you--?"
"Fine." The gentle throb of pain cleared my head. "You should be sleeping."
He bent over and cradled my calf, lifting my leg to examine it. "I'll be more careful next time."
I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. "Now, Henri, where would the fun be in that?"