Chapter 118: Adelaide.

Cain and Safira make me feel odd.

I don’t think they realize they do, but they do. Cain is in an all black ensemble and I can't help but stare at his boots. They’re a smaller replica of the ones Lyros wore last night. Black and lined with fur at the edges.

His legs look powerful in them.

And for the third time today I find myself at odds with what I want.

I said I wanted us to talk, but he’s talking to Safira right now and there’s no indication that he’s willing to talk to me.

I think he’s as nervous as I am when it comes to talking, and that provides me some reprieve at least.

I am not the most powerful when it comes to brute force, though I might have bitten off more than I could chew the last time I attacked Rhys, but Cain has made me sharpen my intuition. It is ten times better than what he originally met, and it allows me to see there’s something in the way Cain talks to Safira that is lacking in the way he talks to me.

That kiss between us happened. I know it did.

That sligh