I love her, you bastard

The heavy drapes were drawn and the only candle in the room had burned low and rested on her dressing table.

The candlelight was too weak to reach the dark corners of the room where the huge wardrobes and the mirror over her dressing table, were located.

She pushed the heavy duvet off her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed, sinking her toes into the plush carpet.

"What are you talking about?" Daegal asked in a hushed tone, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Psht!" Naomi shushed. She tried to convince herself that she was imagining things but from the sinking feeling in her chest, she knew that it was real.

She had ceased to use pure logic to explain events after spending quality time on the continent. There was nothing logical about Aesos, Nebulos, or Volcaris.

Her heart was racing but she didn't make a sound when she stepped forward. She didn't even realize Daegal had moved till she perceived his presence by her side.

Naomi glanced down and saw that his hand was t