With his wrathblade in hand, Damon returns to the farm alongside his aesta, Malon. The days pass in a routine mixture of familiar chores and fair spring weather. The two of them return to normal, ignoring the illicit shadow of their shared intimacy.

But he simply cannot forget their night in the tent. How could he ever forget her body and her touch? Malon’s insistence on shoring up the proper, appropriate boundaries between them only makes it that much harder to dismiss how far he and his aesta ...