Calista
After our kiss Aerion had given me space, something I hadn’t expected. He didn’t hover or push. Instead, he had calmly told me he would take the coach for the night and left me to settle into the bed. I had spent those hours wondering what he was playing at with Lyra occasionally throwing in her two cents.
He is trying to be decent. I don’t see the harm in that Lyra said.
“I didn’t ask for his decency,” I snapped back. Maybe I was overreacting a tad bit.
He’s acting like a mate should, she replied, her tone teasing now. Is that what scares you?
I ignored her. The truth was, Aerion's kindness made me uneasy. It was easier to deal with his smugness, easier to hate the man I thought he was. But when he did something so... considerate, it threw me off balance in ways I did not wan
