Stepping backward, Theo studied her and let out a long breath. “What?” Arleta asked, brushing herself off and shaking the laurel from her hair. “It’s nothing,” the elf replied, but there was hesitation in his voice. “Oh, come on. It’s definitely something.” Her chest tingled with curiosity. “Are we running out of time or something?” The moonlight spilled over Arleta’s face. Theo opened his mouth as if to speak but didn’t. “Out with it, elf,” Arleta playfully demanded. The corners of his lips curled into a shy grin, and he glanced down at the earth. “This is where I first met… my Fated.”
