Alvara narrowed her eyes. "Who knows how many more you haven't named yet—especially from that forest."
I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "Please, forget that ever happened."
Alvara cast a fleeting glance at me before slipping her hand from mine—only for me to grasp it again almost immediately.
Her brows knit together in mild annoyance, but to me, that expression only made her look more endearing. If she truly despised this, she would have already smacked my hand away without hesitation.
"Do you even care that I'm leaving, Alvara?" I asked, stroking my chin. "We won't see each other for nearly two years."
"So what…" She replied with an hard to read expression
I held her gaze for a moment, letting the silence stretch between us.
I suppose that was expected.
After everything she had been through, after the pain inflicted on her by humans—by men—it was only natural for her to remain guarded. No matter how much time had passed, some wounds didn't heal so easily.
