"The heart rarely asks permission. It simply chooses and leaves the mind scrambling to catch up."
I left Taemin's chambers an hour later, and the problem with quiet corridors in the Eastern Chambers was that they made you hear your own thoughts. My boots whispered over polished stone as I moved past dimly lit sconces, the silence heavy with the weight of too many secrets. Secrets of kings, wolves, and Omegas who could shake the realm.
Me? I preferred the noise. Laughter, banter, even the sharp clash of a good argument. Silence was dangerous; it gave your head too much space. And right now, my head was busy thinking about one stormy-eyed wolf who had not figured herself out.
