MAETHYS POV
Nayla met my eyes, saw my hesitation.
I took a deep breath and answered her.
“It makes it louder. It makes it harder to pretend I can just… out think it. Because he’s there, and when he looks at me—” I shook my head, words breaking apart. “I can see the change. He’s chosen.”
I don’t know when I noticed, but it was obvious to me now.
He wanted to give me time, but in that time, something had shifted. Something in him. He wasn’t just looking at me and assessing me. He… wanted me.
“I don’t know how to be chosen. Not like that.”
Nayla’s eyes narrowed slightly, like she was filing something away. Then she reached down, rummaged in the pocket of her sweater, and pulled out a small wrapped square.
She slid it across the table toward me.
I stared at it. “What is that?”
“Choc
