Chapter 695

• April was smiling in an absent way at something Bridges had said but her attention was not on him, not completely. She glanced up at that moment and immediately, dropping everything on hand, moved to Schwartz, her dimples appearing. Throwing her arms around her best friend, she hugged him fervently.
• ‘James,” she said softly, her eyes wet pools of mocha when she raised her head after some time, “How are you?”
• They stood, holding hands, looking at each other for a long while. Proserpina looked into the intense green eyes of her best friend, the man who had shot down Oleg when the monster was trying to kill her, the man who had been beside her on so many occasions. She loved him; only, not in the way he loved her and she buried her face in his jacket, trying to stifle her sobs.