It was nearly midnight when you collapsed on your bed, exhausted from a hard day's work. Scrubbing the floors, washing the dishes, hanging the laundry... who could blame you when you cut the list of chores early and trudged off?

And even now, sleep has yet to find you.

By your side, your husband cuddles close, pulling the silk sheets against the two of you. When you glance over to him, you can almost feel the envy that comes with the contentment that the simper on his face portrays.

"I killed someone today." He confesses abruptly, "I saw them rummaging around near the garden."

It was so natural for those words to slip past his lips by now. You were so used to thinking of Fey Peregrine as nothing more than your loving and a little too clingy husband.

Sometimes you forget he's a wanted murderer.