Celeana Sardothien awoke. Feeling slightly under slept. She was up all day and half the night doing research about this new world they had discovered. It was beautiful. The sights, the people, the killings. It was perfect and she was packed and ready to go.
Chaol Westfall stormed in, looking handsome. And scary.
"Why do you have to go? Are you not happy here?"
"I can't Chaol. Its... Its Cain. I'm having a lot more nightmares about him. I have to get put-"
Chaol cut her off with a lingering kiss.
"If you have to go, at least let me come with you." He whispered, his breath fanned out across her skin.
"I can't let you come if you look like your going to pummel some one 24/7. If you come, you loose the attitude and move on."
"Agreed."
He kissed her once more then left to get packing.
Ireland here we come.