Zane
She shifted against me before we had even left the Convergence grounds. Her eyes opened again as apparently, my instruction for her to sleep had not worked.
Tiana’s head dropped to my shoulder. Then slid lower, coming to rest against my chest.
I kept my gaze fixed out the window, forcing my breathing to stay even.
This was what I had feared. The alcohol was hitting her system fully now that the adrenaline and noise of the hall had faded.
Her hand moved then landed on my chest. Her fingers traced absent patterns across the fabric of my shirt, following the lines of buttons with unfocused curiosity.
“You always leave,” she murmured, her words slightly slurred. “Why do you always leave?”
I did not answer.
“You get so angry at me.” Her fingers pressed slightly harder against my c
