Takes place prior to Bill and Remus
meeting.
I love to watch him sleep. I love the way he sometimes wrinkles his nose, how he shifts in the bed, using up all of the space. I love how he snuggles next to me. How even in sleep his body searches for mine. One night I had woken up to get a glass of water and when I returned I found him curled to his side, still asleep, one hand outstretch searching for the body he knew was suppose to be next to him.
He is my sun, my light. A freckle god who smiles down at me.
He is mine.
I have claimed him and marked him. My scent is on his body should anyone care to notice. My Veela blood has found him worthy, this English pureblood, whom sees me for myself.
He has been quiet of late.
Something has disturbed him. At first I thought it might be concerns for his brother but now...he seems different somehow.
I have found him several times writing in this small book. Oh, he denies it is anything important but a woman knows when her lover is hiding something from her.
And tonight I would discover what keeps him from me and if I need to guard what is mine.