Three days had passed since Lena and Caspian's reconciliation.
Three days of tentative peace, of careful words, of *rebuilding*. The wounds from the jealousy incident were healing, but slowly. Lena still caught herself watching Celeste from the corner of her eye. Still felt a twinge of unease whenever the vampire was near.
But she was trying. They both were.
"You're brooding." Kael's voice came from behind her. She stood on the hill overlooking the camp, watching her people move through their daily routines.
"Just thinking."
"About Celeste?"
Lena nodded. "About all of it. About us." She turned to face him. "Kael, we never really talk about it. About what this is. What we are."
He moved closer, his golden eyes soft. "What do you mean?"
"I mean—" She gestured vaguely. "You. Me. Caspi
