Tiffany Roberts

He’d first stepped into that chamber as an eager young hunter, inexperienced but having already proven his skill against the thornskulls. He’d last exited it as a scarred warrior shattered by what he’d lost, held together only by the strength of his bitterness and the heat of his fury.

I will do it again and again until the sky falls upon the jungle and this world is no more.”

Fate brought me to you, my heartsthread, and even if it tried to turn me away, I would defy it. Nothing will come between us. So long as the sun, moons, and stars make their treks across the sky, you will be mine, Ivy.

A soft, strange trill rolled in Rekosh’s chest.

Telok lifted a hand to copy her gesture. “Uh hi.”

Telok walked toward Lacey, never once looking away from her.

Telok’s attention fell upon her and remained there.

Ketahn didn’t miss the oddly prideful gleam in Telok’s eyes, which were again fixed upon Lacey.

Rekosh approached Ahmya slowly, head tilted and eyes intent upon her. “They are called spearblossoms.”

“You did well, my Ivy. As always, you have made my chest swell.”