When dawn broke, the forest shimmered like glass.
A pale mist curled above the river, and the faint hum of cicadas stirred the camp awake. The smell of smoke and charred meat lingered from breakfast, courtesy of Beau, of course, the group's chef other than Elenea.
He didn't want to wake her up to help him and of course, he's skilled in cooking so he can definitely prepare everyone's meals alone.
And yes, he's a gentleman! It was never in his book to wake a woman from their slumber!
Darenn sat by the dying fire, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were steady, his face unreadable.
No one would have guessed that just a few hours earlier, he'd kissed Kalista under the moonlight.
She'd vanished before the camp stirred, whispering that she would "observe from afar" and not to draw attention. As quickly as she came, she disappeared again, cloaked in her invisibility. And so, when the sun rose, it was as though nothing had happened.
Almost nothing.
