Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

something about the moniker heated heda and made her feel wrong simultaneously. but the feelings weren't strong enough to ask him to stop; besides, she liked the way his eyes looked when he said it.
heda swallowed when her friend circled the raw seat of her deepest pain. "the island," she declared. "it has to love me back." a laugh swelled the air between them. "though you should know mireille has offered me her brother, just like that." heda giggled. "that's just the kind of person she is."
heda peered at caracal. "and you? looking to make a move on someone soon?"