Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

Three was three times more than her, and she allowed a small chuckle to escape her. Reyson’s insistence she ask him anything indicated to her that he too had felt a weird dynamic shift between them—something unspoken and lingering.

He worried of insubordination and word returning to the Imperator and then he implored her to ask him anything and everything—it was much the same of his concerns and fears from the other night, and she sensed something had changed in her friend.

“Maybe, Reyson,” she began, gently dropping the herbs to the ground, allowing herself to settle back to her haunches, brows knit together. “It’s time I share something of myself to you.” He had never asked—had never pushed. He probably never would. “If you want me to.”