_Rowena’s POV_
The room was quiet for a moment.
I looked at Ezekiel.
Ezekiel looked back at me with the open untroubled expression of someone who had said a completely reasonable thing and was waiting for everyone else to arrive at the same conclusion.
From somewhere deep and unhelpfully present, Kyra bursted out laughing.
Not a small laugh. A full one, the kind that moved through my entire chest, warm and delighted, the amusement of someone watching a situation develop in a direction they found extremely entertaining. She had been paying attention to the room since I came in and apparently she had formed opinions about it that she was now sharing without being asked.
“He already likes him,” she said, in the feeling-language she used when she was being particularly obse
