Emmalee
The way Fang keeps looking at me is uncanny, but I'm determined to make it through this with as much decorum as I can muster.
I have to thank my lucky stars for this fortunate coincidence. His presence here has saved me in more ways than just one—not only did it spare me from dying at the hands of rogues, but it has also given me hope of finding Romain without having to look for him.
"Are you sure you don't need anything? Food? Water?"
I give my head a shake. "No, I'm fine. Thank you."
He sizes me up, his eyes traveling a path down my body. There's no ill intent in his gaze; I think he's as curious about me as I am about him.
Fang was always described as a monster to us children. I vividly recall envisioning him with actual fangs and talons to go along with them—a hybrid shi
