Nymera’s POV
The moment Dain’s name echoed through the hall, I instinctively stepped back, partly because the voice carried enough authority to make even the lingering conversations around us die down, and partly because the strange warmth that had settled between Dain and me during the past few minutes still felt unfamiliar enough to leave me uneasy whenever I became too aware of it.
A woman was striding toward us from the far end of the corridor, moving with the kind of confidence that came from someone who had never spent a day doubting whether she belonged somewhere.
Her dark hair flowed behind her in smooth waves that looked remarkably similar to Dain’s, though hers reached much farther down her back, and the sharp amber eyes fixed on me immediately made it obvious that she had
