"Sometimes the fiercest walls we build are the ones meant to keep love out, and sometimes, they're the ones that crumble first."
SIR GAVRIELS POV
The Military Quarters had never felt so small, and normally, the stone walls and oak beams made the place feel solid, depending on the kind of space built for warriors to sleep hard and march harder. But tonight, with Riven pacing like an angry panther trapped in a cage, and Rell sitting ramrod straight as though we were already in front of the Council, the place felt like a tinderbox. And I? Well, I was the one holding everything in and hoping that a fight would not surface.
"So…" I began, stretching out across the couch with all the lazy charm I could muster, "we finally are here together, alone and in private."
Riven froze mid-pace, dark eyes snapping at me. "If by that you mean locked in a room with two wolves who can't take a hint, then yes." His voice was velvet wrapped in steel.
