Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

Arric had followed Akavir and stood with him nesr the wood. He didn't want to intrude on Lestan and Reverie anymore than he clearly had.

Arric turned at the graze of shoulder and dipped his head a small smile on his face. He hadn't fancied her not really. She was pretty sure. But he knew where he stood and he hadn't misspoke when he had said he considered her Lestan's woman. He wouldn't have crossed that line.

Arric moved with Akavir and he quietly waited. He'd leave with the older mayfair as well