Kieran pressed a kiss to Jude's jaw. He wished he'd told him, too — but how could he hold the choice to keep it secret against himself, when the potential consequences had been so dire? Besides, now they had this, whenever they wanted — whenever Jude wanted him. "We have time now," Kieran said, stretching languidly.

Kieran slept, or dozed, or went in and out of a light sleep and gazing at and chatting to Jude for the rest of the night. When he woke up, the sun still wasn't up, but he knew it was early morning — because an owl from the Daily Prophet was tapping on his bedroom window.