Chapter 139 Sable
- Sable
- I give Trystan’s arm a squeeze in a kind of awkward arm hug, and he draws to a slow halt.
- When I look back up at him, he’s staring at me with such a funny, un-Trystan-like expression on his face, that I almost laugh. Then his hands wrap around my elbows and he drags me against him, that bewildered expression falling away as it’s replaced by something warmer.