Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

There was a sag of her shoulders—the words he had avoided avidly before now spoken and placed between the two of them. So it hadn’t been her imagination.

Honeyed eyes stung—that familiar burning that she was about to cry because she felt like she was in an argument. Juvenile—annoying. It usually only happened with those she cared for deeply and she released a shaky breath. 

You say that now, Reyson. I don’t doubt you mean everything you say. Just as I’m sure everyone I have ever known has only ever had the best intentions. But then they were gone. Or something better came along. 

What about Mereo? Your tour? Whatever other plans your Imperator has in store for you? She paused exhaling sharply, glaring upward to him—he was so damn tall it was even starting to hurt her neck. What if we explored this a dainty paw lifted, gesturing between them And it doesn’t work?