Azalia.
She woke in the woods to find Bodhi already awake and looked up at him, her head was still settled against his chest. He smiled at her and ran a hand through her hair. “I like you with your hair all tousled.” He murmured.
She sat up and so did he as she looked about the woods and felt for her tether to the King’s Eyes. It was morning and the sun was up. It looked to be an hour or so above the horizon to her. It was still early, but she didn’t know what had happened to Noah or Griffin.
“I know where we are,” Bodhi stated, interrupting her thoughts.
“Hmm, I’m not concerned about where we are. I can pinpoint that from where the troop is,” she stated, and felt his hand move her hair and touch that mate-less brand on her shoulder, “What is this and why do you have it. Not part of th
