Khadijah Khatib

With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

There’s no need for that,” Oak says.

The troll grins. “And yet we will do it.”

Fine, if that’s what he wants. “Suren, whose garb has been deemed inadequate by an obnoxious prince, despite the fact I’ve seen people go naked to revels.”

Rather than be insulted, Oak laughs delightedly