Clay’s heart speeded up when he saw Aron stride into the firelight. He didn’t like or want the reaction, but he could not deny it. He rose and went to meet the Elf, holding out his hand. Aron clasped hands with him, palm to palm. A flare of raw heat and desire sprang from that casual touch and Clay did his best to ignore it.
“Well met, Aron Wanderer. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve told my people a bit about the Trogues. Maybe you can tell us more. Chances are we’ll be meeting some of them in the next few days. What can you tell us of their weaknesses; how best to stop one or bring it down?”
Alex brought a cup of steaming tea and handed it to Aron as he settled cross-legged, just to the right of Clay’s normal place. Clay dropped to the ground beside him. After a moment Alex brought Clay a cup
