As Hunter suffered through a hectic and exhausting day, it was just getting dark in the northern town.
Elora was sprawled on the couch, comfortable hums leaving her lips as Thorn massaged her scalp, his fingers threaded through her hair as he applied just the right amount of pressure.
"What do you think of those two?" Thorn asked casually, as if he were making random conversation.
Elora was lost in the relieving sensation and asked in confusion, "Which two?"
A faint smile curled Thorn's lips as he asked lightly, "Those two men who greeted you at the entrance. Are they handsome?"
Elora couldn't remember who he was talking about, but after a few seconds, it clicked.
"Oh, those two, with vengeful souls clinging to them."
Thorn paused slightly at her words.
'Vengeful souls? Is it like what those dark fae see?'
The thought flickered through his mind, and he was baffled.
