“You left her your cloak?” he asked, lips twitching with disbelief. “That’s practically a vow in our tongue.”
“She was cold,” Caelum muttered.
“And you’re warm-blooded now?” Nocten teased, leaning back on the stone ledge.
“I didn’t plan it,” Caelum snapped, then sighed, brushing a hand through his disheveled hair. “I just… didn’t want her to freeze.”
Ezairn studied him for a long, knowing moment. “Or maybe,” he said softly, “you didn’t want her to forget you.”
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