Selene

The words hung heavily in the air between Torren and me, as the camp's fire crackled faintly in the distance. My hands trembled on the quiver I'd been checking, the arrows blurring in my vision.

"What do you plan to do?" I whispered, my voice barely steady as I met Torren's gaze. "Now that you know... are you going to tell him?"

Torren leaned against a tree, his bandaged arm cradled close, his expression torn. He glanced toward the fire where Draven sat sharpening his knife, completely oblivious.

"I don't know yet," he admitted, rubbing his jaw. "Draven's flirty as hell. The guy flirts with anything that moves and...