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“Dalya did a wonderful job,” I told him lightly, standing at the flap. “He’s as good as new.”
Then I ducked out toward the closest campfire. Hava quickly walked away from the firelight where Keffa was singing, the basket of soaps, oils, and cloths on one arm.
“It’s about time,” said Hava, sighing her impatience. “I thought you would never finishwhateverit is you were doing.”
“Hush, Hava,” I shushed her.
Walking beside Hava, I looped my arm through hers, noting Meck and Ferryn stepping in front and behind us to escort us to the stream. I smiled at how well Ferryn looked, fully healed. He smiled back at me then focused on his task as our guardsman.
“You know, Hava,” I said in a low voice, “I find it rather interesting how often I find you staring longingly at Keffa.”
“Pish. Stop that,” she shushed me.
I laughed. “You moon over Keffa like he’s one of Ogalvet’s sticky maragord puddings.”
“I do not moon,” she protested. “But he does have such a lovely voice.”
Laughing, I said encouragingly, “Well, I think you should tell him.”
“Why would I do that?” she asked.
“So he knows you admire him. You never know what could happen between you. If you really like him.”
It warmed my heart to think of Keffa, who had lost his love so long ago and likely had not had much companionship since. Hava didn’t seem to mind his scarred face, broken horn, and lack of one eye since it was quite true that Keffa had a beautiful voice and a lovely soul to match, too.
In the same way, Hava was a pretty dark fae, but she was a half-breed, which seemed off-putting to most of the wraith fae. At least, I hadn’t seen any male wraith faes showing her any interest, and she was quite attractive with her bright red eyesand voluptuous figure. Not to mention she had a heart of gold and the kindest personality.
“No, no,” Hava finally added. “He would not think of me like that. He likely thinks me only a child.”
“But you are not a child, are you?” I nudged her with my elbow.
She grinned up at me. “No. I am not.”
My spirit was light as we made it to the edge of the gurgling stream. Hava ignited a ball of feyfire in her palms then whispered a command in demon tongue. The orb of flame floated in the air, giving us enough light to see by.
“We will stand sentry from the edge of the brush, Mizrah,” said Ferryn, pointing to the line of bushes that was not too far away but enough to give us privacy.
“Thank you,” I told him, wondering if I was imagining things when his gaze roved down my body with interest.
I was still covered in my cloak, and Ferryn had never looked at me that way before. The way a male courtier at Issos might when I walked into the great hall in a sparkly formal gown. It unnerved me, but then he turned and joined Meck a good distance away, their backs to us.
Hava was jabbering away about how Keffa was also a good huntsman, not just a singer, while pulling out the soaps and oils.
“Here’s a cloth for you.” She passed me one and a bar of soap.
I lifted it to my nose and inhaled a deep whiff, noting the way Goll loved to smell this particular scent on my skin. Tugging on my cloak’s lacings at the throat, I pulled it loose and set it over a fallen log next to the stream.
“Brrr!” Hava was now standing in the water, her short chemise revealing her shapely legs. “It’s freezing.”
I lifted the hem of my chemise, wishing that I’d worn a shorter one like Hava. My hem would trail in the water and be soaking wet before we were done.
“Gods, itisfreezing,” I trilled as I waded into the brook up to my shins.
We laughed and set to scrubbing our faces and necks then underneath our chemises. I glanced over at Meck and Ferryn whose silhouettes remained steadfastly facing away.
“So where did Goll take you on Drakmir yesterday?” asked Hava.
“How did you know he was taking me anywhere?”
