Rinan stands up and walks to the door. He stops before he turns the knob, but the words he wanted to say seemed to choke the voice out of him. He clenches his jaw and takes his leave silently, deserting Kalel and the sleeping young woman.
The knight kneels beside Amara's bed, his head resting on his hand. Her breathing was back to normal, steady and slow. As he watches her, he finds himself smiling. She was calm like the ocean breeze while deep in her sleep, but strong as the ocean's rage when she woke. And he wonders, how can someone make him feel life and death at the same time? How can someone make him taste sheer bliss and raw ache? How can someone be so pure yet be temptingly dangerous? She was kind and cruel. Sweet and ruthless. His haven and only bane.
He doesn't know how long hi
