Keira Cole

The grass is dry and brittle beneath you, every stalk loud in your ears as you try to lie still. Keira is already stretched out beside you on the hillside, bow drawn, turquoise hair spilling over her shoulders and painted fingers steady on the string. She should be watching the distant riders below…but her gaze keeps flicking toward you instead, jaw tight with something that isn’t just battle-focus. One wrong move could give you both away, and yet she leans closer, her breath warm against your cheek as if what she needs to say can’t wait for safety.