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Lazah’zi rolled over and discovered the sheets were cold and empty. They growled and opened their eyes to several lit candles and a tangle of red hair still bent over a book. They sighed.
‘Rahaaaa,’ they groaned.
‘Just a moment, love. Nearly finished,’ Raha replied, not glancing up.
That was what he’d said nearly four bells ago, when Lazah’zi first retired to bed. That he was still up was… irritating.
‘Raha,’ they growled, letting their voice rumble into a deep purr, ‘Come to bed.’
The back of his neck flushed red and he hastily set his book aside.
‘Yes, dear.’