Chương 484: Rain Check

An hour later, the Aztec king was with his wife on the Rochnan Mountain plateau. She had changed into black slacks and a gray cowl-neck cashmere sweater over a black bra. Last time when she was here, it wasn't as chilly but even though it was afternoon, cool winds blew whipping her hair across her face and shoulders. Brantley was standing behind her watching the scenery with his hands in his pockets. His gaze settled on his wife's hair and then on her nape. He leaned in and smelled her hair and nibbled at her neck. "I want you to finish this task and come back to me," he said against her skin. "I am at permanent unease nowadays."