Chapter 69 Truce?

• "Carriages make me sick," I lie, and even Boris isn't buying it.
• Rune pulls off his stained jacket and hands it to the nearest guard, whose face is scrunched up in disgust as he grabs it. "You're lying, and I can't tell why."
• He undoes the first few buttons of his shirt and my gaze is drawn to the bare skin peeking out from beneath. I take a step forward without thinking, and I don't even realize what I'm doing until Rune's fingers tighten on my upper arm.