Chapter 43: A Night With the Wood Elves
Azandra POV
The treehouses for guests had been built in trees specially grown for that purpose. No elves resided in those trees.
Azandra watched Marcus inside the high-ceilinged elf treehouse. It had several rooms, although no kitchen, since the elves all ate together in community, and their guests did too. The bedroom was quiet. Marcus lay on the bed, resting from his injury. The healed skin of his hand looked newly pink, but he looked exhausted. For a moment, she thought he was fast asleep, and she decided to talk to him in the morning.
She turned to leave, to return to the treehouse she shared with Kyon. Moon Goddess, she couldn’t wait to be alone with him.
“Did you succeed?”
She turned at the smooth sound of Marcus’ voice. He sat up, ready for this conversation.
Azandra wasn’t ready, even though her heart was insistent about what it wanted her to say. Yet what she had to say wasn’t exactly pleasant.The words poured out of her anyway.