Our little secret

Previously

…“The boy is mine,” a voice rasped, dry and ancient, like leaves skittering across stone. “And you, huntress, will not stand in my way.” Anya met his gaze, her chin held high. She felt Kael’s hand tighten in hers, a silent testament to their shared resolve. The night was long, the odds stacked against them, but in the fading light of their stolen sanctuary, Anya and Kael stood ready, their love a fragile flame, flickering but not extinguished, a beacon against the encroaching darkness. Their adventure had just begun, and the secrets of their hearts, and of her people, were about to be unveiled.