Upheaval (Rise of the Iliri #8)

by Auryn Hadley

Kolt didn't move. Instead, he took a deep breath. "Zep?" "Yeah, man?" "One day, I hope I can be as iliri as you. I think you're what our people strive for." The bag slipped from Zep's fingers, and he turned. In two steps he closed the distance between them and, without a single word, just wrapped his arms around Kolt's shoulders. The feelings were so intense, Kolt couldn't even name them, but they were all good. Shocked, surprised, but the kind of good that Kolt had spent his life hoping for.