He started to see her in a new light. She was gorgeous, with her expressive blue-gray eyes and her brown curls. He'd never noticed it before; he must have been blind.
He scolded himself. He'd never been in love before, and never would be. There would be no chance for a relationship between Rikash Moonsword and Verilidaine Sarrasri.
But he could hope.
She was everything he'd ever dreamed of. He couldn't let the mage take her away from him. He'd seen the way the mage looked at her, and the way she looked at him.
He shook his head. He was an Immortal, a Stormwing at that. She was a mortal. He would outlive her, and would be heart-broken when she died.
But he would be more heart-broken if he could not have her.
She's half-goddess, he reminded himself, as if it made a difference.
In his heart, though, he knew he didn't have a chance. She was in love with this Numair Salmalìn.
He had always acted so tough, but inside, he had always longed for love. And now he had found it. He loved Verilidaine Sarrasri, and would until the day he died.
Yet she would never know.
