Chapter 13
Awkward.
Nahtaia stared at the ground with her arms and legs crossed, shivering, her hair damp from the rain. Oren was at her right sitting against the wall, glaring at Kale with what could only be described as a deathly stare. Kale’s eyes were settled on Nahtaia, concern etched on his face.
The rain fell harder and stronger a moment before she had begun her ascent back to the den after Oren saved Kale from falling. She had refused Oren’s help and by the time she got inside, she was drenched head to toe, with every muscle in her body aching. Her hair stuck to her face and shoulders in waves like the bluest ocean.
“I thought faeries were cold-blooded,” Kale said, breaking the silence when he noticed her shivering.
Everything about Oren constricted, ready to jump at the next
