Robbie Reyes Shield Novels & Stories

The ballroom gradually returned to motion, but the whispers would take longer to fade out. "Are you alright?" Robbie asked, turning back to me. I reached up and gently placed my hand over his forehead. Warmth passed through my fingertips as I fed a little healing magic into the small cut. "I'm fine," I said, letting my eyes roam over him. He'd slicked his hair back—mostly, anyway. The stubborn red curls refused to stay flat. And he was in uniform. Not his usual t-shirt and jeans, but the ceremonial military one. Clean lines, broad shoulders, medals gleaming on the deep navy fabric.