The fire crackled softly, scattering golden sparks that danced in the cool night air. The wind cut through the trees, making the leaves sigh like silent witnesses to what had just happened.
Kael leaned back against a rock, his body heavy with exhaustion, but his gaze still held that provocative glint—the same one he used when he knew he was about to say something that would make all three of them lose their footing.
The three of them were still motionless.
Sylphie's face was partially hidden behind a lock of hair, her pointy ears twitching in a mixture of embarrassment and confusion.
Amélia stared at the ground, blushing to the tips of her ears, trying to pretend she was simply cleaning her staff.
And Irelia—always the coolest and most steadfast—had her hands on her hips, her face tense, but her eyes betraying the chaos within.
