“Will you join me inside?” I ask Damien.
It’s been too long since we talked together, alone. Well, except the day he opened that portal, that doesn’t count. We were both shocked at what had happened, and he left before we finished talking.
“I thought you were tired?” he responds. I hit him on the shoulder like always when he makes stupid jokes like that. “You don’t need to hit me, Wolf Princess.”
“Gah, I hate that name! The way those true elves say it makes my blood curdle!” I laugh.
Damien joins me, but he sounds more tired than happy. What’s going on with him? Is there more happening behind my back? I need to know, so I drag him to the living room. On the way, I ask Mother Safira for some tea and sweet snacks.
A big, purple sofa overflowing with pillows in all shapes, sizes and co
