Gaia
Dawson paced, clearly distressed. He shook his hands out, clenching them into fists and releasing them again. I mean, it didn’t surprise me, after the day he’d had. But it still upset me. We were back in his office now, and Khason had gone off to ‘greet our guest’, leaving me in Dawson’s office with him.
We had eaten, and I had changed out of Dawson’s sweater, before returning downstairs. I explored his bookshelves for a few minutes, until I could take his pacing no longer. I stepped into his path, grabbing his hand when he moved to go around me.
“Daws.” I whispered softly. He stared somewhere above my head, body tense, eyes hard. I reached up and cupped both sides of his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs. His eyelids flickered clos
