Chapter EightUndertow
Barlo sat across the table from Narilga in their home deep in the heart of the mountains, enjoying a plate of her homemade waffles. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. Her skin was smooth and unlined, and her long hair was just as lustrous and dark as it had been when they had first met. Part of his mind seemed disturbed by this for some reason, but he ignored it, basking in the reassuring comfort of her presence and the warm sweetness of the food in front of him.
Narilga c****d her head at him. “What’s wrong?”
Strange. He didn’t realize anything was wrong until she had said those words. His stomach lurched and he fought down a wave of nausea. “I’m not sure. I feel like I’m swinging back and forth.” He clutched his roiling abdomen and uttered a thunderous
