As she turned away, he made a split second decision. In a flash, his hand was on hers, stopping her from going any further. She looked at his hand around his wrist, before her gaze turned up to meet his. He swallowed looking at her but said nothing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, lightly tugging at her hand.
He recalled how they were the last time he had done this, how harsh his grip was, unrelenting despite her pleas. It was the memory which encouraged him to slip his hands off of her.
“I want to stay."
He could leave her alone, probably waiting for her in the cabin to give her the privacy to sort herself out.
But despite that, looking at her, a part of him felt the urge to not leave her alone. He thought of what happened after the Moonlight feast, how despite their little to no
