The fire had burned low in their cabin, licking at the last of the wood with lazy embers that cast long restless shadows across their walls. Outside, the night stretched thick and impenetrable, holding its breath.
Inside, Taryn sat on the bedroll, a book open across her lap, staring at the same paragraph she'd read three times over. It just wasn't clicking. Not a single word. Her thoughts still spiraled her conversation with Kah'el.
You think I don't feel the same way? He had said. Then why push us away?
Lucien had been watching her from where he lounged near the hearth, his silver eyes sharp in the dim light, tracking every shift of her posture, every breath that hitched just slightly off rhythm.
She felt him before he spoke.
"You're thinking too much again, Warrior." His voice was low, edged with something that wasn't quite teasing but wasn't serious either.