Healing Hands
Rowan sat across from Elvi in the wagon, his head resting against the wall, eyes closed in rest. Fiadh looked between them with curiosity. She knew that Alarik had walked in on something but hadn’t said what; just that they needed a few minutes. Elvi avoided looking at the King at all costs, a subtle blush spreading across her cheeks. “Is Arawn staying with you?” Fiadh asked Elvi, striking up a conversation in the awkward silence. She noted that the King tensed ever so slightly at the mention of the witch. “Yes. He is sleeping in my bed” Elvi answered quietly. The King let out a low rumbling growl, his eyes now on Elvi, looking every inch the predator that he was. “He had no house to come back to after it was destroyed when he was taken. I told him I wasn’t using it anyway so he may as w
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