Swiftcurrent Creek neck full of mockingbirds, all calling your name

He wasn’t sure what to say—she spoke, and in ways, he wanted to defend himself. She had never almost let him impregnate her—she had run away—and even then, he hadn’t been looking to add more of his genes around here. He’d failed five kids so far—who wanted to add more to that potential number?

The kiss they had shared—she didn’t imagine the chemistry between them.

And yet…

“Are you saying you don’t want me to explore things with Eshe because you have feelings for me? Because to me it sounds like you’re also trying to figure out you’re feelings about Silvertongue.”

It was hard not to feel a throb in his chest on that topic—apparently, there was no room in Silvertongue’s heart for him because of Crowfeather, but she seemed to be giving Wren a chance. If anything—it only solidified his thoughts regarding Eshe. He was growing tired of games.