Kael did not leave Moonstone Valley.
He took a room at the only respectable hotel in town, and every morning, before the sun was fully up, a still-warm breakfast appeared at the door of my apartment.
Always something I had liked at the table in Silverfang Pack,those rare dishes I had ever managed more than a few bites of.
When I came home from work, a bouquet would be waiting at my door. Sometimes lilies. Sometimes lisianthus. Always the flowers I loved.
He did not show himself. He simply made his presence felt this way,a quiet, persistent siege.
The girls at the bookshop began to tease me.
"Isla,somebody's smitten, isn't he? It's awfully romantic."
I would only smile, pass the flowers around to them, or carry them home and put them in a glass of water.
I would watch them open. I w
