Chapter Eleven
She woke on the sofa, her head on a warm lap. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find Rónán looking down at her. His expression was soft and gentle, and she really wanted to reach up and touch his cheek, but her body felt too heavy to move.
"You're beautiful," she muttered.
He grinned and turned to his left where the others had to be. "She's lost her mind. She thinks I'm beautiful."
Amber snickered. "Well, you kind of are - but not as gorgeous as my Izban, obviously," she quickly added. "I love blue hair."
Macey smiled. She knew that Amber was lying. The beithir had tried to bribe Izban to dye his hair another colour several times, but the mage had been stubborn as always. He insisted on blue hair and as many piercings as his ears could accommodate.
"What happened?" Macey
