Talia, Lucian, and Igneous sit in the infirmary at the palace and a heavy silence stretches between them. Their wounds have been healed and patched by the medics, King Astar and a few of the council members left to discuss the attack and courses of action, and finally the medics left to make potions to keep the pain at bay. Finally, there were no distractions from the conversation Talia knows they have to have.
“What are you?” Igneous asks without preamble. Talia feels a sting in her heart at the tone of his voice, but she forces herself to meet his eyes.
“I think you already know.” she says in a soft voice.
“I want to hear you say it.” He demands. Talia sees the hatred he had once held for her coloring his gaze and she fights the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. They may not
