Haven wasn’t like any mortal she’d ever met. Nor any Solis for that matter. She was something else entirely. Brave beyond reason. Kind when it mattered. Fierce and loyal and deceptively strong. But it was the inner light practically bursting from Haven that Surai clung to. The one that had broken through Archeron’s wounded exterior—not that he’d ever admit as much—and made Rook trust her, even after what mortals did to them. The one that made Surai call Haven a friend.
