Nevara
Thoren didn’t answer immediately.
The heavy library doors shut behind Salas with a dull thud before silence settled over the room again, thick and strangely intimate beneath the warm chandelier light.
My eyes stayed fixed on the journal tucked beneath his arm.
“You found something,” I repeated softly.
His jaw flexed once before he finally nodded.
“Not much.” His voice sounded rougher than usual somehow. “I barely started reading.”
“But?”
His eyes finally lifted fully to mine.
“But I realized I needed to see my mate.”
Something warm twisted low in my stomach.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really.”
I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my mouth. “That’s surprisingly emotional for someone who threatened to lock me in a tower an hour ago.”
A faint huff of amusement escaped him a
