I had taken a vial of Gwyn’s blood with me to Aralinth to ensure it. I doubted she remembered the day I took it from her. She’d been a child, but I wanted to be prepared in case I ever made it into the Faeland.
“Keera,” Riven whispered against my ear, kissing my scars.
This is so cringy. In general, who whispers your name to you while they kiss your arms? Also how does one whisper in your ear as the kiss another party of your body? Aren’t all her scars hidden?