Free Ghost's Dilemma by Morwen Navarre

forged between them when she placed a spiral of peridot on the forehead of a frightened little boy plagued by dreams and visions he couldn't explain. The bond allowed Ghost to find the Witch, and while he had not Seen her exact location, he had Seen enough. She had hinted often enough before she left how she was going north, and the vision said she had told the truth.
    The vision had shown the Witch, bundled in a cloak of fur as white as the snow circling around her. Her gray hair appeared far more silvery than when she had dwelled in the Heartlands. Her eyes were as dark as ever, though, and stood out in the unrelenting whiteness of the landscape. She had been confident and unafraid in the vision. Of course, the Witch always projected an air of unassailable calm, but her confidence felt genuine to Ghost.
    The Witch would be of little help, though. She had shielded her mind from all telepathic contact, and even Ghost's bond would not let him break through to her. Travel to and from the Northlands was hard at best, and with winter approaching, she would find it near impossible to return before the thaw, even if she had heard him. Ghost had hoped to have the Witch beside him, but he needed to accept he was on his own with this outbreak. He would have only what he himself could glean from the sisterhood and his own progress in treating this illness. He would likely lose more lives before this was done, a prospect Ghost didn't relish.
    Ghost sipped his water, letting the cool liquid soothe the last of the smoke-induced soreness from his throat. In the morning, he would try to figure out any pattern in the way the plague was spreading. In the back of his mind, the warning from Kerree loomed. If this was not chance, any misstep could prove deadly. Ghost did his best to push aside his growing dread until exhaustion finally won and he succumbed to a fitful sleep.

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    Gerry admired Ghost's peaceful form as he slept. The last of the moonlight cast the angles of Ghost's face into sharp relief. His snowy hair spilled over the pillow in a fall of gilded silver. Ghost's bare arm rested above his head and his hand was open. His agile fingers were still for a change.
    As the weather grew colder, Ghost had given up sleeping naked and had taken to wearing one of the far-too-large knitted tunics he had brought with him from the Witch's house. He had whispered to Gerry one night how the Witch had made them with her own hands, and although she could never quite get the size right, the garments made Ghost feel safe. But the bare arm was an indication Ghost had forgone warmth and comfort tonight in favor of this tempting invitation.
    Gerry left his boots by the door and moved silently into the bedroom. He undressed in no time and slipped under the quilt. He reached for Ghost's warm, lithe body. Ghost smiled and turned to him, mumbling indistinctly as he pulled Ghost close. Gerry's cock stiffened as Ghost pressed against him, and he was not at all surprised to feel Ghost respond in the same way.
    "You're home," Ghost murmured. He nuzzled up against Gerry's jaw. "I'm naked."
    "I can tell," Gerry replied before he captured Ghost's mouth in a kiss. Ghost tasted sweet, like honey and Southron apricots, and Gerry deepened the kiss. Ghost's pale eyes opened gradually, and his fingers burrowed in Gerry's hair.
    "I missed you," Gerry murmured into the kiss. He gazed at his beloved Ghost and sensed urgency in the way Ghost pressed against him, triggering a pang of alarm. "What's wrong?"
    "Later," Ghost murmured. He draped one leg over Gerry's thigh, his cock brushing against Gerry. "I missed you too."
    Gerry tried to decipher Ghost's mood for a moment longer and sighed. Whatever was troubling him, Ghost was more interested in making love, and Gerry was not about to argue. At least, his cock was not about to argue.
    "Whatever you say, beloved," Gerry replied. He pillaged Ghost's eager mouth in another kiss. Gerry glided his hands up Ghost's lean torso