Moonspear club can't handle me

The boy did not seem displeased at their attention. If embarrassment colored him, he hid it much better than Argent himself ever could, and he found his smile to emanate the pride he felt in his chest in that moment. Sialuk teased gently—and he found himself noting the word for later—with each passing day, he hoped to further initiate himself into their culture and their ways.

“But now you have seen some of his tricks—which will make him easier for you to predict in the future,” he offered, his own voice hushed as Sialuk pulled the boy in an embrace.

These were the stolen moments in life that made it enjoyable, he realized.