Chapter Twenty -Six : A Soft Place to Fall
The forest seemed to move with them as they walked, as though every leaf and shadow understood something had changed between them. The morning had softened into a slow golden haze, and Mirabel could still feel the warmth of Cole’s hand resting against the small of her back, guiding her gently over uneven ground. It was not the grip of a warrior leading someone to safety. It was quieter, protective in a way that made her heart flutter with every step. They walked side by side toward the narrow trail leading out of the clearing. Cole glanced at her occasionally, as if checking to be sure she was still there, still real, still choosing to walk with him. Mirabel felt that gaze each time like a touch against her skin—warm, careful, searching. “Are you cold?” he asked softly when a breeze rust
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