The morning air was still cool, just after eight, but inside the chamber, a heated discussion had already begun.
Not heated in the way one would think but more like friends having a deep, serious discussion.
Blaize sat perched on the edge of a mahogany table, her legs swinging idly. Her fingers moved with a familiar, fluid grace as she signed to her friend.
This is ridiculous, Selene. The smirk on Blaize's lips was as sharp as the playful glint in her eyes.
And the playful glint in Blaize's eyes were not even half as much as how light her heart felt. It was not usual for her to be here, in this situation.
She had rushed to see Selene early this morning, because she couldn't stop.
Selene, her back to Blaize as she walked toward the bed, didn't miss a beat. She signed back with a mischievous giggle. "No, it's not."
