Naomi smiled at Zylan, her heart lifting with a happiness she couldn't fully explain. It was a simple thing, but it felt significant. He had shared something with her, even if it was just a small piece of his world—a fleeting glimpse into his thoughts that he would normally guard so closely. It wasn't much, but it meant something to her.
She realized now that Zylan was the kind of person who kept things to himself—perhaps to the point of secrecy. It was almost as if he took his most personal thoughts with him to the grave, protecting them fiercely. And that was exactly what intrigued her about him. She wanted to know more, to understand the quiet strength that held him together.
