Darren's POV
"Before we go, I have to do something. Kristin, my dagger."
She walked forward, passing the dagger to me with her eyes asking questions. I gazed at the blade, the sun hitting its edges with force. Was this really the right choice? I had no more time to think it through.
My silver hair danced in the wind, the braids still held firm to their form. I caressed it with my left hand, the feel of its silky nature bringing some form of comfort. Unfortunately, there was no space for that on this hunt. The hair would only be in the way.
Determined, I pulled hard on the braids as I held them in the air. Kristin looked at me, shaking her head as she pleaded with her eyes. Normally, she wouldn't let me do this. She loved my hair. The pleasure that filled her heart whenever she braided it was something she still couldn't explain to this day. But this wasn't a normal situation.
