Naeris’s POV

I laughed, a soft, genuine sound.

Aeron shifted until he sat beside me, stroking my hair and telling me about his plans. Apparently, there was this competition coming up, and he wanted to try out.

“With all the times you go for training, I think you’ll do pretty well,” I said, brushing my fingers against his arm.

He smirked, that same innocent smirk that always got me. “You think? I have a lot of practice wounds.”

I chuckled. “Part of the ...