“The rest of the camp readied outside as I worked at his armor, checking everything twice. When my hands went back a third time, he caught them with his and waited for me to look up at him.
“Left side, near the dock.” His voice was still waking. “I’ll be there with Iri.”
I nodded. I’d been right about Vidr’s plans. He’d made Fiske head of one of the groups.
He pulled my hand up and opened my fist, pressing his lips to my palm, and the feel of him ran through me, grounding me. Then his lips found mine in the dark, soft and warm, molding against mine.
“Qnd eldr.” I whispered his people’s battle cry against his lips. Breathe fire.
He smiled, taking the back of my head with his hand and kissing my cheek. “Qnd eldr.”