During the hours of the night, Uneece was busy gazing into the firewood, in a reverie.
The way his big hands held me firmly. It was as if, in his eyes, I’m the most fragile being.
She clicked her tongue with a look of disapproval.
Alexander badly wanted to interrupt.
He won’t leave. I asked him many times.
Her gentle gaze then landed on him and they made eye contact.
Many questions spiraled in her head, yet she refused to speak to him.
“Rest if you must. I will stay on guard.” Alexander drew her out of her thoughts.
After a moment of bewilderment, she then broke her silence.
“Are you sure you’re the Lycan king, or is it you, King Ferrien?”
“…? Have you not felt the tingles when our skin collided?”
“Oh right. Wait—how do you know that?”
“You mentioned it to me before.”
Ale
