"Haness."
"Before you kick me out, let me explain myself," Haness spoke up quickly. The future leader took Parisa's hands and did not permit her to pull away as he shifted closer. "They said you were okay, but I wanted to confirm it for myself." His eyes were clear. He did not smell of booze.
"You should go before someone sees you." Parisa began to sweat.
"No one will." Haness threw her orders to the wind and embraced her. "Since when did you become so prone to danger, huh?" He did not act tough in front of her. He was used to getting shoved away, but he did not care. He needed to be there for Parisa, whether she liked it or not.
Then something magical happened. Haness felt her fingers climb his back, hooking him closer.
"It was scary, Haness," she mumbled.
"You're safe. That's all t
