But I was still watching Lorian as he glanced past me and his gaze landed on the love of his life. Words failed to capture the essence of that look. My heart seemed too small to contain the joy that surged through me at the sight. It was a look of bewildered adoration and tenderness, as if Lorian couldn’t quite believe Prisca was his. The love was tempered with a healthy dose of possessive lust that made it clear he would do whatever it took to keep her. Prisca beamed back at him. And in that moment, I could briefly forget about death and war.
