Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

While Mae seemed interested in the subject of her sisters, she didn’t linger on it for long—instead, he was met with a narrowed gaze, and a jostle in the subject.

She must have meant Reverie—but the question was more loaded than Mae probably intended it to be, given the lighter tone of her voice. His tongue swiped against his lips—having been ignoring the strange branding that Reverie had left him upon his flank, and he cast a look in the direction she had disappeared—giving a shake of his head before looking back to Mae. “Nothing. Just a lot of unpacked history there,” he noted to her, pale eyes studying her features to see what she would make of that.

He wasn’t about to badmouth her leader and friend. But nor would he pretend their relationship  was anything but tumultuous.