NORI'S POV
“You've been a bit distracted lately, and you're involvement with the Cauldron…" his voice, pitched to match my muffled tone, scratches at my sense of fidelity to the beings in my charge.
“Did you think I was so distracted I wouldn't notice this?" I ask heatedly.
“I'm glad you care, mon bel ami," he says, bending his head toward me as though we would touch foreheads. I don't match the overture.
The truth is, I have no desire to bond with Weston, not the way he's always wanted. It's not that I am repelled by him, only that I don't have a single strong feeling to muster up. I had thought, maybe with time, maybe with distance from the Cristián situation, it would come. It hasn't and it won't. He wants me to be his damsel in distress, his porcelain figurine to put high on a p
