Olive's POV
Two week has passed since I saw Orvyn. If anything to go by, our last encounter- the foreplay at the pool- drifted us apart. Everyday, the gulf between us seemed to yawn wider and wider. Unlike before, when he'd have dropped in to tease or threaten me, I hardly see his face these days.
I wake up each day longing to smell the scent of his body; to pass my fingers over the sturdy outline of his frame and rest my head on his hunky chest.
One night, I dreamt Orvyn and I sat in a valley of lilies, with twin pups between us that took upon his semblance. There was no father, no war, and no hell barking down on us. The scenery was sunny and perfect, until I woke up wishing it was real.
If wishes were horses.
But on the flip side, Emilia had been my closest companion these couple o
