Chapter 101 Collared By His Name

• The yarn slips through my fingers for what feels like the hundredth time, another failed attempt at what the instruction manual swears is a simple cast-on. I stare at the tangled mess in my lap, fighting the urge to throw the whole thing across the library.
• Who thought this would be relaxing?
• But I know why I’m really here, surrounded by books instead of tending my garden or sitting in my usual spots. After yesterday’s incident, I thought it would be best if I hid in here instead. The library is the one place where Tavin doesn’t follow. Where I don’t have to pretend I don’t notice the way his eyes linger or how his voice has changed when he speaks to me.