Ezekiel
All of my worst fears were happening right now, Cairn interrogating me about the kiss, only growing more curious by the minute as I was left speechless. I did not want to admit anything to him, I did not want to give him something to hold over me, to mock and humiliate me, yet every time I tried to come up with some logical answer my mind went blank, my mouth grew dry, and I simply could not produce a coherent answer.
Cairn was smirking at me now, and he leaned in so close that I could smell his scent of blood, honey, and the smell of the forest, he always smelt like that, it was very distinctly Cairn’s scent and this close my human nose picked it up and I tried not to react.
I had not wanted to admit to myself the truth, but here, now, and after what had happened in the tunn
