Zephyr was silent for a moment, possibly considering his answer. Finally, he gave a heavy sigh. “They’re right. It’s a rather complicated situation, and I want to make sure that you have all the facts, not just some part truths.” He looked around and spotted a log near the edge of the woods. “Come on. We’ll sit over here and talk. There’s less chance of being interrupted outside than there is at the house.”
Nielle followed him to the place he’d indicated, wondering what he might have to tell her. Whatever it was, it had him looking rather grim. Sitting down beside Zephyr, she waited for him to speak, studying his profile out of the corner of her eye. His dark hair fell across his forehead, softening what might otherwise have been a stern face; his jaw was set, and his brows lowered. When
