Naptime,ʺ said Christian, leading her toward the bed.

ʺI still need a shower.ʺ

ʺSleep first. Shower later.ʺ He pulled back the covers. ʺIʹll sleep with you.ʺ

ʺSleep or sleep?ʺ she asked dryly, sliding gratefully into bed.

ʺReal sleep. You need it.ʺ He crawled in beside her, spooning against her and resting his face on her shoulder. ʺOf course, afterward, if you want to conduct any official Council business...ʺ

ʺI swear, if you say ‘Little Dragomirs,ʹ you can sleep in the hall.

Auteur: Richelle Mead