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O ur alarm goes off before the sun has risen. Leera pops right out of bed, clearly wound too tight. She slept fitfully, twitching in my embrace with her eyes darting around beneath her lids, and waking multiple times, worried we'd miss our alarms going off.

Groaning and stretching my body, I rise from the bed, much slower than my little mate did. When I've finished scrubbing my hands all over my face, trying to rub the tired away, Leera is nearly drooling as she takes me in. It took a few orgasms to get her to sleep last night, but she's still always starved for me. My morning wood bobs as I walk towards her, tapping her on the nose to break her from the spell of her dirty thoughts. “You're the one that said, and I quote, ‘We won't have time for your shenanigans in the morning,' Princess.” I dramatically cock my hip and point at her like she does to me.

She breaks into a small fit of giggles, so I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom for us to get ready for the day ahead of us.

Leera, Benny, Andrei, and I will meet Willa, Fran, and the dark witch at the private plane to take us to Triora, Italy, where the riftgate to Sabbax is located. Willa will have the witch spelled into unconsciousness until we reach Sabbax where we will hand her off to the royal guards and explain that we'd like to bring her before the council.

When we've both dressed in comfortable clothes for the long flight and packed our personal bags full of things we might need that we didn't want to pack in our suitcases, Leera scans her eyes across our room. I don't know if she's running through her mental lists and hoping she hasn't forgotten anything or if she's taking in the space because she'll miss it. “Ready, Princess?” I ask gently.

“I…you know…I think I am.” She finally smiles that radiant and happy-without-worry smile. “Let's go have an adventure.”