Moira
The cottage was quiet in a way that only came late at night, when the forest itself seemed to breathe more slowly.
The fire in the hearth had burned down to a low amber glow, its warmth settling gently through the room. I sat at the kitchen table sorting dried herbs into small glass jars, more out of habit than necessity.
It was something to do with my hands when my thoughts wandered too far and tonight, they wandered more than usual.
Perhaps it was because Harper was out or perhaps it was because he was here.
Thorne had been staying in the guest room for several nights now, ever since the rogue activity near the borders had increased. It was practical, sensible even, for him to remain close.
That was the reason we both told ourselves.
It was not the truth.. I sensed him befo
