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Nylah opened the door just as I was about to knock. I stood awkwardly with my hand in the air.
“Dex,” she said, startled when she nearly walked into me.
“Are you on your way out?”
She shook her head. “I was about to come looking for you, actually.”
“You were?”
She nodded, and a small smile played around her mouth. I loved her mouth; I wanted to kiss it all the time. I knew what it was like to kiss her now. She was sweet like honeydew, her lips soft like the skin of a rose. It was enough to drive a Fae crazy. We’d passed that threshold, and now there was no turning back. She was like a drug—one taste, and I was addicted.
“Why were you looking for me?”
She shrugged one shoulder and blushed lightly. “I wanted to see you, too.”
“Okay, let’s see each other, then.”
She giggled. “Do you want to come in?”
I nodded, and she stepped aside, letting me walk into the cathedral. I followed her down the long hallway that led past her sanctuary and the large communal hall where other priestesses and healers could meet, past the rooms that were for those staying in when they needed to spend more time in seclusion and reflection, and we reached her quarters.
I’d been here so many times, but it looked different now. It was a part of her. The tall ogival arches, the stone floors covered with fur rugs, the large roaring hearth…
These were all things I defined Nylah by.
She was pure to her core, stripped away of all the luxuries of modern-day life. She always got down to what really mattered. In her life, that reflected what Terra wanted—healing and helping others. To me, it was the purity and sincerity of who she was.
“I brought something,” I told Nylah and swung the bag off my shoulder.
“What is it?”
I set down the bag on a table nearby and unpacked some of what I’d brought along—roasted cuts of meat, salads, berries, and wine.
“I thought we could spend some time together tonight. We haven’t had a chance to just be together—just you and me—in a while.”
“Dex, this is really thoughtful.” She looked up at me with those swirling golden eyes. I could never get enough of them, the way they seemed to go on forever, to the depths of eternity. “Is this a…date?”
I shrugged, feeling flustered. Nylah was so comfortable and at ease. She always teased me, laughing when I didn’t know what to say. I was always out of my comfort zone with her. I was good with mud and grime and gore, with fighting, pushing myself to our physical limits.
Conversation, emotional connection, and talking aboutfeelingsweren’t in my repertoire.
“We have to eat, right?”
Nylah’s eyes danced with laughter. “How diplomatic of you.”
I scratched my head. “I just thought—”
“This looks wonderful.”
I was relieved she’d interrupted me. I had no idea where I was going with that sentence, what she needed me to say. “Let’s make a picnic of it. The dining room is too formal for just the two of us.”
“Where?” I asked. It was already getting dark outside, the last of the sunrays above the horizon.
“Right here,” she said.
Nylah walked to the coffee table and made to push it aside.
I walked to her and took over, pushing the coffee table away with ease.
