Swiftcurrent Creek Keep it cool; what's the name of this club?

I'm not. I won't. As long as you don't bring Arric here - or anyone else, Reverie wanted none of them. She tried now to lead him back into the den. We need to talk. Can - can you just wait so we can talk? We can't put this off, not anymore. Then you can find Arric, if you want.
She shifted anxiously, aware that she was still bleeding but unwilling to let go of Lestan to settle again. He would leave, she felt, and would not come back — or worse, return with Arric against her wishes. And they needed, desperately, to talk — to be honest with one another.
No matter how broken things became between them, Reverie still felt the pull of some undeniable tie between them, and she would always follow it.