Vanya Ale Novels & Stories

“Alexandro’s new bride is a human.” Nivera blinked. “You think it was her?” Valerian leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, staring into the flames. “Most likely. No one else would be that close to the border.” He didn’t sound alarmed. If anything, he sounded intrigued. And then, as if sensing her growing discomfort, he turned to her and offered something rare, a smile, faint but genuine. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything.”