Swiftcurrent Creek spice-heart

"tybault!" lestan's voice was an indignant seethe. "he can do absolutely nothing to you! not while you are here." perhaps then, a reason for staying. the mayfair was far from a violent man, but protectiveness was his lot for reverie.
he exhaled. "what if we both left? not now, but —" someday. perhaps someday soon. "arric and akavir and i, we can keep you safe here." but did she wish to stay?