“I’m saying that I don’t think the forest was ever what awaited me here. I’m saying that all those years I spent denying the call of the trees, I think I was really denying the call of you. My lightwing. My elusive spirit.” He brushed his fingers down the side of my face, his green eyes studying the violet in mine while I fought to remember to breathe, fought to remember that I was supposed to hate him, that I was furious with him. That he had used and betrayed me no matter the pretty words he spun which had my heart pounding wildly the way it was now.
