Gelan thought about all the times those arms had clutched around him and swallowed. He wondered if Wynhod had found a clan.
Having to concentrate to keep his tone steady, Gelan asked, “What has it been, six years?”
“Seven.” That almost feral smile reappeared on Wynhod’s face. That smile said he remembered everything, not just how many years had elapsed.
Releasing Spring or Summer 2013