Chapter 103

• He blinked away, took a deep sip and then hung his head. His fingers played on the bottle as he stared at nothing on the slab.
• I stepped down from the stool and hoofed towards him. He never looked up to acknowledge my movements. I erased the space between us and my hands found his masculine shoulders. I could hug him, I could hold him if he wanted, just anything that would ease the load on his shoulders. I rubbed his shoulders gently.
• "You are not okay," I whispered, thinking of Dmitri again bringing tears to my eyes. The betrayal was so hurtful.