Year of the Lilies

Torrid Season

The Streamlet

Altsas

Mavli

I AM NOT ONE TO LOSE CONTROL, but I do when I see him. The onyx ring burns the ring finger of my left hand. An unknown emotion charges my insides.

"Cirok." It can't be. "What are you doing here?" My fingers are trembling, my heartbeat is frantic.

Something I can't decipher flickers in his eyes. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mavy?"

I wince at the sound of the nickname. He takes a shaky ...