Chapter 10: From Two Different Worlds
Thessalia POV
Calyx looked up from one of Tulaska’s thick, well-cared-for ancient books. “So, you’re going to let them all call you Thessi?”
Thessalia shrugged. “It does sound more ‘shifter,’ and it’s what my closest friends and family call me, anyway. My brother started it when he was just twenty.”
Calyx nodded, her finger tracing the words on the page. “Nothing about the plant in here and these walls are too thick–maybe because shifter hearing is just like elf hearing.”
“Too thick for what?”
“Why, to hear whatever your lover is saying to the Wise Woman of his pack.”
Thessalia’s mouth dropped. “CALYX. Shut your mouth. He is not–”
“Oh, You just go around kissing every man who saves you from fire, I suppose. You’d kiss High Lord Ilbryen if–”
“THAT was the heat of the moment.”
Calyx’s lips twitched. “Literally. But let me ask you this: have you, other than with Findarel Blackpine, ever surrendered to the heat of the moment?”