I do not 'lighten up'." —Fenris Vane Daison makes a remarkable recovery, and though it takes a few days, Kayla stops eyeing me with a worried frown, as if I might shout her secret from the rooftops at any moment. I'm not telling anyone. Not even Fen. When he asks about our dress shopping that night, I admit we didn't get around to it. "She got busy at the forge," I say. "All those swords you need. For that war you won't tell me about." He huffs at that. "We just need to be prepared for all eventualities." The distance between us is growing, and I'm not sure what to do about it. We have breakfast and dinner together every day. We train every morning. But there's a wall between us, one he keeps adding to each time he turns away from my gaze, or pulls away from my touch. "I will call Asher. He can help you with your gown. That man spends far too much time watching fashion reality television when we are in your world. It's not natural." I nearly choke on the apple I'm eating. "I'm just trying to picture him glued to your big screen screaming at the television when the wrong person wins," I say, smiling.
