“You do?” Revandrel asked, genuine surprise flashing in his eyes.
“Yes. I have Quiet Senses.”
“Really!? That must be awful,” Baron James sympathized.
My betrothed shrugged. “I was born with it, so there was not much to compare it to. It is all I have ever known. Maybe when I was younger, I felt bad about it, but over time… I got used to it.”
“Interesting,” Revandrel hummed, his eyes sliding to mine. “Is your betrothed aware? I cannot imagine she knows.”
I felt unwell. Tasted acrid on my tongue. I had no idea whether the emotion showed on my face or not.
“She does, actually,” Philip said proudly. “I have the most supportive female in my life. My Bae is kind, caring, and compassionate. My disorder never bothered her one bit—not even at the beginning, when I blurted it out without warni
