Thalina glanced down at Vanora, her small body warm in her hands. She remembered the sweet fruits—the ones that helped with cultivation.
Not only would they strengthen Vanora, but they also replenished blood, something she desperately needed right now.
Her gaze shifted to the strange man, who had yet to light the firewood in front of him. He just stared at it, as if debating whether to even bother.
Thalina hesitated. "…Um, hello…"
She trailed off, realizing she didn't even know his name.
The man's silver eyes flicked to her, glinting in the dim light. "You can call me Eyrx." His voice was cold, but something in his tone told Thalina he wasn't being intentionally rude—it was just the way he was.
"Oh, okay then… Eyrx."
The moment his name left her lips, his body froze.
Her voice—soft, almost hesitant—brushed against his senses like a whisper of something familiar, something important. His chest tightened involuntarily.
What was that feeling?
