The rest of the day was quite peaceful, compared to the chaos that usually followed them like a shadow.
When they finally returned home, Aramith went straight for a bath and collapsed into bed. Only then did he realize how truly exhausted he was. As sleep pulled at him, his thoughts drifted to the events of the day.
Maybe Kesha wasn't so bad after all. Getting Mozrael to open up... he hadn't expected that. Just hours ago, they'd been at each other's throats, yet now Mozrael didn't just tolerate her—she seemed to actually like her. And little by little, he was starting to accept her as a part of his life. Not as a lover as she claimed, but as an important part of his life.
"Valyne?... Like two years ago when—"
"But why would—?"
Aramith stirred at the sound of voices. As he opened his eyes and sat up, a familiar, sharp perfume hit him—one he'd smelled earlier that day. Before him sat Kesha, smiling sweetly.