Lover s ShadowChapter 4
The next morning, I woke to the sounds of low, hard whispers. “Who do we tell? Flowing Mane or the lady?” a man asked. “I don’t relish telling Flowing Mane, but I’m certainly not waking a lady,” said a woman’s voice. I stretched, becoming aware of the urgent demand of my bladder. Saying I needed to make water did not begin to capture the situation. I gritted my teeth against the unwelcome invader clawing at my abdomen. To hold a lover in this situation, secure in the knowledge that at any...