Harlan stood in the hallway, his hand hovering just inches from Morvienne's room door. He had taken care of everything, and wanted to see how they were doing concerning what had happened.

But as he leaned in, he didn't hear the shouting he was expecting, not that he wanted any shouting. He didn't hear the sound of things breaking. Instead, he heard a laugh. Kael's voice—not forced, but a genuine laugh.

Harlan paused, a small smile appearing on his face as he shook his head softly. He knew Kael's heart; he knew the man's capacity for forgiveness was as vast as his strength. And he also knew and trusted Kael's...