Zavier sat proudly on his horse, his face unreadable. He looked exactly the same as when he’d left me at that first campsite. Stoic and serious. His gaze surveyed the clearing, shifting from the Guardian’s face to mine, lingering for just a moment, until a little girl captured his undivided attention. He swung off his horse, leaving it free to roam as he dropped to a knee, arms held wide. Evangeline crashed into his chest. “Papa!” Um… What?
