Chapter 3 - Two
Solis sat across from Tora when she woke. She expected a hangover, but it never came. Aetheris worked differently. As a human, bingeing on that much alcohol would have left her writhing in pain, maybe worse. Now? Nothing. She blinked as she straightened to meet his gaze, throat raw from too much laughter, too much wine, then took the cup of tea Solis offered. "What do you want?" she mumbled. Solis leaned back into his chair, watching her carefully. "You need to let me know next time you think of sneaking Marthos in." His tone was serious. "She could’ve been hurt by a soldier on guard." Tora lowered her cup, blinking. "Why are you so concerned?" She studied him. "She told me she snuck in to meet with you all the time. Is it because she’s your mate now?" Solis lifted a brow.
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