Azandra POV

The treehouses for guests had been built in trees specially grown for that purpose. No elves resided in those trees.

Azandra watched Marcus inside the high-ceilinged elf treehouse. It had several rooms, although no kitchen, since the elves all ate together in community, and their guests did too. The bedroom was quiet. Marcus lay on the bed, resting from his injury. The healed skin of his hand looked newly pink, but he looked exhausted. For a moment, she ...