Jacque opened her eyes and heard a growl rumble from Fane.

"You're eyes are glowing, my love," Fane whispered. "It's extremely sexy."

Jacque grinned at her mate and then nipped his bottom lip.

"Don’t you think we should go somewhere a little more private?"

Fane grinned naughtily, "There is no one in here with us and the doors are closed. What could be more private?"

Jacque snorted at the images Fane sent to her mind. Fane raised his eyebrows in a questioning gesture. In response, Jacque pulled his shirt up and he moved back just enough for her to pull it over his head. She ran her fingers across the marks that covered the right side of his of him. Fane pressed her hand flat against his chest and let her feel his heartbeat.

"It beats for you alone." The sincerity in his voice penetrated Jacque's better judgment and she gave into the desires of her mate. Neither of them knew what tomorrow would bring. They didn't know if this was the last night to spend in each other's arms.

Fane tugged at Jacque's shirt as his lips turned up slightly. "Mrs. Lupei, you are entirely overdressed for what I have planned."

Jacque laughed out loud as she helped him undress and then let him undress her. They spent the night in a tavern with no electricity, the only light and heat coming from a stone fireplace, in  a room where hours before a war had been planned. They spent the night basking in their love and passion for each other and, like other times since they'd mated, Fane poured his heart into loving her completely, shutting out everything else and letting her know that when he held her, when she was in his arms naked and vulnerable, she was the most beautiful and precious part of his life.

"Decebel, where are you taking me?" Jen grumbled as she was pulled along behind him by his hand.

"It's a surprise."

As the night had come to a close and everyone had headed to their rooms, Jen had been doing the same. Decebel had stopped her just as she started to climb the stairs. He'd grinned that rare smile he saved just for her and asked her to come with him. They had exited the front door of the Tavern and turned left, heading down the snow-covered street of the small village. Finally, just at the edge of village, Decebel pulled her in the direction of small cottage. It was tiny, and so cute.

Jen could see a soft glow flickering from the window. When Decebel went to open the door Jen pulled on his arm.

"Isn't this someone's home? We can't just walk up in there," Jen whispered.

Decebel winked at her. "I've got it covered, baby. Trust me."

He turned away from her and flipped the latch on the door handle and pushed the door open. Warm air brushed across Jen's cold cheeks and she shivered from the sensation. Decebel led her inside and Jen's eyes widened at thescene before her. Her mouth dropped open as she turned in a slow circle, taking in every detail of the enchanted room before her.

The first thing Jen noticed was the twinkling lights that ran around the ceiling of the room. She didn't see any cords, or anything that would cause them to light up. There were vines of white flowers that ran across the ceiling, some hanging down in places, creating a canopy above them. To the left of the front door was a small fireplace ablaze with warm, dancing flames. In front of the fireplace was a pallet made from several thick blankets, and there were two fluffy pillows on top. Her stomach growled when she saw a blanket surrounded in pillows with fruit and cheese and small cuts of meat on a platter. There were two glasses filled with a purple liquid.

Jen looked up when Decebel cleared his throat. The look on his face told Jen that he was unsure of what she thought.

She smiled at him. "You did this for us?"

"I had a little help from a certain Fae," he admitted.

"It's amazing, Dec."

"Are you hungry?" He nodded in the direction of the blanket with the platter on it.

Jen nodded and let Decebel pull her over to the blanket. He helped her remove the coat she was wearing and, once she was sitting on the blanket, Decebel reached over and pulled her shoes and socks off for her. Jen admitted she was feeling quite special as he took care of her.

"You are special," he told her as he held out a cracker with cheese and meat on it. Instead of taking it from him, she leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees and wrapped her mouth around the food he offered. As she pulled back, enjoying the taste of the food, she shivered at the growl from Decebel.

"It's going to be like that, is it?" Decebel's voice was a sensual caress against her already too sensitive skin.

Back and forth they fed and teased each other. The tension between them was so heavy that Jen thought she might die from waiting.

"Have you had enough?" he asked her. The double meaning was written all over his beautiful face.

"Of the food, most definitely. Of you, never." She stood and moved toward the pallet in front of the fireplace, looking over her shoulder to see him watching her with predatory eyes.  He stood from his sitting position and stalked her, his glowing amber eyes never leaving hers. Once he was standing in front of her, Decebel brushed some wisps of hair away from her face.

He murmured her name as he wrapped one hand behind her shoulders and the other around her waist. He lowered his head and just before their lips came in contact, he paused. He took a deep breath, taking in her vanilla and cinnamon scent.

"You are mine," he breathed against her waiting mouth, "my best friend, my lover, my wife, my mate."