Nealan of Queenscove couldn’t bring himself to lay down as he slid under cool sheets. He sat in bed, frowning at the mantle across from him and his wife. Yukimi no Daiomoru, now of Queenscove, was turned away from him, peacefully asleep under the covers. Neal absently scratched his chest as a new suspicion frolicked through his mind. It was turning into one of those nights.
Neal finally settled his head on his pillow and rolled over to embrace his wife. After a few moments, when all seemed settled, he finally broke the silence, “Yuki?”
Yuki turned her head ever so slightly, “Hm?”
“Something’s bothering me.”
“Mm-hmm.” She kept her eyes closed.
“Are you listening to me?”
Neal frowned at the back of her head, “Stop that. Yuki, I’m serious.”
He felt her body let out a deep breath as if she resisted the urge to sigh. Yuki turned her body in his arms so that she was laid on her bac