Azandra POV

As sweet as the smell of the bronze willow had been, she preferred the scent of the bear poplar in which her tree house was built. It had a spicy, powerful smell that she couldn’t escape and didn’t want to … just like Kyon. Especially since he sat on the bed waiting for her, surrounded by the necklaces he’d carved for their new wood elf friends, just as he promised. His eyes were the color of the wood, and they focused on her. His fingers tapped on his big ...