THE NIGHT PASSED MUCH quicker and more comfortably compared to the previous one—for the men. Nahtaia had space enough to her liking, yet she couldn’t find the peace of mind that would allow her to rest. Her mind was actively sorting through the events of the past two days. Kale’s declaration of feelings for her, Oren’s threatening disposition toward Kale, and, of course, her lack of understanding concerning her own emotions.
When it came to Kale, she was just confused. Something inside her that told her she did like him. He was attractive, for a human, but at the same time, he wasn’t very brave; not as adventurous as she’d hoped.
He did have his good side, though: his kindness. His softness. His way with words and skills she’d never seen in a faery. He made his feelings clear, unlike fae
