Zala felt so sleepy and couldn't help but suppress a yawn whenever it tried to escape her lips.
But she listened.
She had to.
There was no way that she couldn't.
She listened.
And she sympathized with him.
“You’re very strong,” she said after he squeezed her.
“I had to be. But I guess I got used to it all. And it’s not that bad now” he said.
Zala nodded her head and smothered a yawn.
Although she’d pardoned him. She still had to punish him somehow. Which was hard to do when all she could feel after his explanation and laying his heart out to her was solace and contentment.
That they were the same person; he and Kevoy.
The guilt washed away like sand on a beach and she found herself relaxing in his arms.
With her eyes closed, “Do you want pity?” she asked. It was out
