CHAPTER 21
A fair, elegant hand slithered across a tree trunk in the middle of a dark wood, the rough bark a drastic contrast to the delicate skin. Its owner followed, stepping out from behind the tree. Small beams of light reflected in the eyes of the beautiful, masculine face. Moving to take another step, he felt a strong tug on the long black braid running down his back. Alarm shot through him as he turned to face his attacker only to find darkness. Relief struck. His braid had caught on the tree's jutting bark. He chuckled to himself and freed his hair. Turning back around, he remained in shadow and waited. Voices were drawing near, and he strained his elongated, sharp-tipped ears to hear them. Two male voices. He recognized them right away.
“I don't trust Cadeyrn," Loïc said.
Jud
