The walk back from the Galen Hot Springs to the Forest-Edge Compound was quiet, wrapped in the cool embrace of the midnight air.
The cobblestone streets of the commercial district were empty, leaving only the sound of Klaus's boots echoing against the stone.
He walked at a steady pace and resting securely on his back was Zephyra. The disguised royal had been so relaxed by the steamy volcanic water and the lingering tension in the spring that she had fallen asleep the moment they stepped out of the bathhouse lobby.
Her arms were wrapped loosely around his neck with her soft breaths tickling his collarbone and a tiny trail of drool rested on the fabric of his shirt.
Klaus didn't mind carrying her.
She didn't weigh much, and after fighting a massive Were-Hound earlier in the day, this was a simple task.
They reached the tall rune-carved walls of their new home.
Klaus unlocked the iron gate and pushed open the oak front doors, stepping into the dark silent foyer.
