ZURI

The table between us was still full, but neither of us had much of an appetite. The smell of roasted meat and honeyed bread hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of Tyr’s cologne that always seemed to cling to the room.

The golden light spilling through the window touched his hair, and I watched how it shimmered against his skin. He looked calmer tonight. He was still brooding, but it was softer somehow.

“You’ve barely eaten.” I traced my finger along the rim of ...