"Maker, Anders!" Solona moans again, leaning over to bite on his shoulder to suppress her noises. He was working her so well and she was so close. "Fuck, you're going to make me come, love," she hisses.

"I suppose I should," Cullen sighs. "But not now. We can't risk it at the moment." But he would write his father eventually. He had to let him know that his son isn't dead. Also, he had to know why Cullen decided to escape the order so unbecomingly. He looks at Nellie with surprise. "Why would your grandfather not want you to know your true father's identity?"