Lazarre and Kalan had set out immediately the Undaunted had reached their home and settled. Kalan had left the people under the watch of the dark King's third in command, Carver and that night, he had called him to his room. While Lazarre had tried his hardest to suppress the fever spiking within him at his mate's proximity, Kalan, unaffected had calmly walked to his chest and pulled out a little pink glove. It looked like something that would have been worn by a little girl below the age of eight. He had been tempted to ask who it had belonged to and why his mate has kept the old, worn thing for so long that it had began to smell like mold but he had kept his questions to himself. There was no trust and confidence between them and no reason yet why there should be but he had sworn it to h
