“I wish everything was different,” I whisper aloud. I hadn’t meant for him to hear. But, with those long ears, I should have known better. “I don’t,” Eldas says, just as soft. I have to strain to hear him over the creaking carriage. “You don’t?” I look over to him, but he’s still turned toward the window. “If things were different, you wouldn’t have been you.” He finally looks back to me. His once icy eyes are now tepid pools as inviting and warm as the creeks I would strip bare and swim in underneath the redwood trees deep in the forests around the temple. “And I’ve found I’m very fond of
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WHAT A MANNN
