THE SUN WAS STILL ABOVE the winter-capped mountain peaks and trees. The air was chilly, which was expected since it was still early on in the year. Nahtaia gladly took the elbow Kale offered and clung to it a bit tighter than she would have if the weather was more agreeable. Which was odd, considering the fae did not feel hot or cold. The magic working for the guise was potent indeed. Kale did not seem to mind.
“I’d offer you my coat if I’d remembered to bring it,” he laughed.
“It’s all right,” she replied as her eyes wandered into the line of trees at the edge of the forest. Was Oren still there? Would he be in the company of sentries when she returned?
When they reached the house, Kale opened the door for her, then followed her inside.
“Why, hello,” Grandmama clapped happily from bes
