Slight 18+ read on your own risk—-
dedicating todays chapter to laura_n
Blaise shifted his weight to the right after making sure that those French windows were closed and shut carefully. He didn't want someone annoying to jump past the window and interrupt him when he was trying to get some lone time with her mate, something he hasn't been able to get for a very long time. His eyes skimmed over the ivory back that had long and short scars marring it and carefully poured a bit of massaging oil into his hands, he knew that Bree was a warrior before she became a queen.
A cold-blooded and ruthless warrior who knew how to wield a sword better than most men did in the empire, he has to say that she was a pretty sight especially so when she picked up the sword and aimed it at someone's neck, as long as it was not him, he was more and less happy with it as long as it was not aimed at him.
