Ciaran might have been insulted at Brenna’s casual dismissal of his battle prowess, but before he could summon the energy to properly protest, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and then nuzzled under his chin, sighed deeply and fell asleep.
Just like a torch going out - awake one moment, unconscious the next.
Ciaran wondered if that was a soldier’s skill, the ability to sleep anywhere any time, or if it was peculiar to Brenna.
He was comfortable, though, and warm, so he wrapped his arms around her, held her closer, and fell into easy, peaceful sleep.
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