Sara's apartment, early Monday morning
The sleep and lack of worry had done it. Polgara woke in a cold sweat, a most unpleasant sticky state to be in, but it meant that her fever had broken during the night.
But, more importantly, Sara's arms were around her, their bodies tangled together. With a contented sigh, Polgara closed her eyes and snuggled back in, hoping that this was not a dream, or a state of affairs that would vanish when the other woman woke up.
Polgara was not about to give up without a fight. She hadn't fought for Ontrose but, by all the gods, she would fight for Sara.
But, more importantly, Sara's arms were around her, their bodies tangled together. With a contented sigh, Polgara closed her eyes and snuggled back in, hoping that this was not a dream, or a state of affairs that would vanish when the other woman woke up.
Polgara was not about to give up without a fight. She hadn't fought for Ontrose but, by all the gods, she would fight for Sara.