CAELIN POV
Her question resonated in my ears, in my brain like a freaking tune I was never going to erase from my memory.
She’d asked it quietly, almost shy, just her voice against my ear, soft enough that no one else would hear unless they were rude and listening.
I did not know if it was a test.
With Martha, almost anything could be a test. A question. A trap. A door opened just enough to see whether I would barge through or wait.
This time though, I wasn’t going to strategize or think twice about it.
She deserved the truth.
Not the answer a man gave because he wanted to sound worthy of a woman who had not decided yet whether he was ‘the right one’.
The truth.
“Yes,” I said.
Her fingers tightened around mine.
I looked at our joined hands because it was easier than looking at h
