A Daemon-Horn Blade Ch. 21

The feelings of... love... were different, unique, and more than a little unsettling, but she liked feeling this way and never, ever now wanted for this feeling to ever end. Happily snuggled into Boyle's beefy chest and shoulders, she fell into the most peaceful night of sleep that she could remember having since the Daemon had attacked her last summer.

Indeed, the following morning with a good night of sleep and Boyle's great large hand wrapped around her smaller one, the two lovers looked out from the prow of the great warship to the sea ahead of them, but seeing or feeling nothing around them, except for each other.