Kaida
The rest day should have been a relief.
It was not.
Maggie slept through most of it, which was what Maggie needed. But that left me with nothing to do but tend the fire and think. That was the last thing I needed.
Jace had taken himself off to check the perimeter and hunt and see to the horses and do whatever it was Jace did when he did not want to not be in camp.
We had not spoken about the kiss.
We were not going to speak about the kiss, apparently. It was going to live in the air between us like a third person, acknowledged by neither of us, impossible to ignore by both of us. I was going to have to manage that for however many days remained between here and Havenhill.
I poked the fire and thought about it anyway.
The problem was that I had no framework for it. I had been
