Emberwood [m] I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses

She spoke his name—familiar, as a whisper upon her breath, and a frown began to pull at him, recalling the details of their last interaction.

There was a lot to unpack there—there always would be. He had a lot of feelings regarding both her and Lestan, and what they had done—but he couldn’t pretend he had been innocent in the entire events that had unfolded. He could have handled it all much better—could have communicated so much better.

“Reverie,” he began, his voice a scratch before he cleared his throat, an ear giving a flick in response. “Didn’t think I’d see you around here again…”