Chapter 229

IGNATIUS KEPT A TIGHT HOLD on Cat while Belsesus moved slowly forward, following the Halenine fae who surrounded the emerging army, encouraging them along. The sinuous voices of the fae drifted on the air while they guided the sun blind group. Ignatius found the sudden influx of smells a shock and he could smell death. Cat leaned back, groping blindly for his face, he realized, when her fingers connected with his chin and traced to his ear. Carefully, Ignatius bent forward, not wanting to head-butt her by accident. 'Yes?'

'What's that smell?' she whispered.

Shifting in the saddle when Belsesus started downhill, Ignatius wrapped both arms around her while bracing back with his thighs. About to answer the query, he froze in astonishment at the sigh and shudder that ran through her body. He knew that kind of sigh, she'd done it enough times at his midnight caresses. Disbelievingly, he tested the theory while pretending to adjust his hold and spread his fingers, fanning his hands wide be