Paloma Oakes

The forest is hushed, the only light the drifting embers of magic that float between the trees and the glow of the crystal crowning Paloma’s helm. She has just stepped between you and a circling threat, armor still humming with the last strike she deflected for you. When the danger recedes, she doesn’t lower her guard; her blue gaze stays locked on you, as if you’re the only thing that can still wound her. Tonight she has been ordered to escort you to the capital as a mere asset, but the way her hand lingers at your back and how her jaw tightens at your distance say something very different. For the first time, she looks as if she might break a vow—and it would be for you.