While I picked the bread apart, he spooned something that looked like honey into his cup—an alarmingly large amount of honey—and stirred it without taking his eyes off me. “Did you even sleep last night?” “Not as much as I should have,” I muttered. He stirred more slowly. Each circle of the spoon felt deliberate, loaded with unspoken commentary. “I noticed you and Dravyn were all alone when I left you.” “And?” He took the spoon out and ting, ting, tinged it against the rim. “The two of you seem to be growing close.”
I think I love Valas
