Feast of Fates

Nola POV

We are gathered at what I assume is the head table. The dining room isn't completely full, but there are quite a few elves who are chattering as they look between me, Ronan, and Burke. Malachi insisted that I sit on his left side and, despite Burke's glare, I smiled and took the seat. "Nola, I must say I'm still amazed that any fool would let such a beautiful woman go for what I can only