The Sentinels Sometimes the answer lies in a memory.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Okay. Cool. But what the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Pastel eyes blinked, and the hot-and-cold nature of he and Raleska's relationship (lol what?) Had already brought forth the beginning thrum of a fresh headache. Dacio chose to ignore it in typical Drageda fashion, figuring it would disappear simply if he didn't think of it - the very attitude that would be his downfall in the weeks to come.

He looked at her for a long moment, mind swirling with wonder as to why she did not turn her teeth on him and shoo him away now that they'd returned from the high they'd shared through the night. Dacio recalled rousing a number of times through the night to find her still tucked snugly to his flank. He had found it odd to hold the daughter of his enemy so close, but not enough to let her go.

He wanted to believe that they'd found one another for a reason. Even more strangely, he wanted to find out what that reason might be. "Then I don't want to," came the Gona's smooth response.