Ren stared up at the cavern ceiling.
The bioluminescent flowers cast a soft, hypnotic glow against the limestone, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. It was beautiful. It was peaceful.
It was also incredibly itchy.
She shifted on the pile of raw sheep's wool Vex had designated as her bed. The "dress" he had given her—which was basically a burlap wool sack—scratched against her skin with every breath.
Across the cavern, Vex was curled up on his own pile of furs, looking annoyingly comfortable.
Ren's mind drifted away from the itch and back to the surface.
'Kael. Syris.'
She chewed her bottom lip.
'I hope Viper got to them. I hope they stopped measuring their... egos... and realized that the Black Tiger is the actual enemy.'
The thought of them hurting each other made her chest tight. They were both idiots, yes. They were possessive, arrogant, and had the emotional maturity of toddlers fighting over a toy truck. But they were her idiots.
