Sun Mote Copse What a fool believes

She looked at him in a way he hadn't seen before, but then again, this night had proven that there was a whole side of Niamh that she hadn't shown him until now. It wasn't a pretty side, and he was reminded that she was, like everybody else—including him—flawed. (Except his children. They were perfect and could do no wrong, DUH.) Even Phox was flawed. He had shown that when he had run away as a child. He had shown that when he'd let himself become Camilla's husband and bend to her every wish. But for both of those things, he had tried to course-correct. Niamh seemed to recoil at even the slightest hint that she might have a flaw.

Phox kept his gaze steady on hers. He'd already tried to walk away once, and she'd made it clear she was having none of that. If she wanted to be the "winner" and part first, she had all the room in the world to do so. But the Redhawk wouldn't be playing her games.