When Bran finally came to and realized what he’d done, Mora had watched the shame flood into his eyes. “Fuck,” he said, just one word, and buried his face in his hands. For one horrible second, his shoulders heaved with his anguished breathing, and Mora’s heart lurched in her chest. Slowly, she pulled herself up to sitting, wincing at the combined soreness of the muscles in her inner thighs and her throbbing, well-used pu...

They had been on the road for four days when the fairy appeared to Bran. At just before dusk, he had taken it upon himself to lead his horse, as well as his companion’s, off the road to a nice little copse of trees on the side of the road, which would serve as their shelter for the night. In the last half hour there had been a light drizzle, though thankfully it looked like it had stopped for the night. Still both of them...