Patch POV
With the rain still falling around her, Anneliese brushed her wet hair out of her eyes. Even soaked like this from the storm of the century, she still looked like his pink dandelion. “What happened up there on the mountain to have Thessi fuming like that?”
Patch pulled her in for a kiss, savoring the comfort after a night in the cave. Calyx’s fire had been impressive and provided heat, but it didn’t compare to the warmth of his witch.
“I think our Dirge said something that didn’t sit well with her.”
He could feel her concern through the bond. “Oh no. And they’ve been so cute together. Well, I suppose it was bound to happen.”
“It’s all part of courting, and Cresta courting especially.” Patch leaned his head against hers. “I annoyed you by calling you ‘Annie’ all the time when we first met.”
Her wet hair brushed his cheek. “And silly me, I forgot my parents called me that, too, when I was little.”