alara: “I’m sorry I forgot you,” he told her quietly, and Zephyr soaked up the moment, his sincerity, his softness, his touch. “It’s not your fault.” “We’ll make this work?” It was the first time he asked, and not told her, to be back.

“I’m sorry I forgot you,” he told her quietly, and Zephyr soaked up the moment, his sincerity, his softness, his touch. “It’s not your fault.” “We’ll make this work?” It was the first time he asked, and not told her, to be back.