FAYE
I returned from work in the evening, the sun was already dipping low. I was rubbing my temple absently, thinking about the long list of things still waiting for me tomorrow, when I almost walked straight into Cole.
He stopped abruptly and blinked in surprise before offering a polite smile. “Luna Faye.”
“Cole,” I greeted back, matching his smile even though mine felt a little weaker.
His eyes scanned my face—too observant for my liking—and he tilted his head. “How are you holding up?”
That question again. I heard it at least ten times a day now, from warriors, staff, elders, guards… everyone except the one person who normally asked it with hands on my waist and forehead pressed to mine. I forced a small shrug, keeping my tone light.
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
Cole didn’t look convi
