Chapter 63
Bastian
Olivia stared at me with her eyes widened. She had been indeed crying and her eyes were traced with red and she had wiped away the dark mascara that had once laid upon her eyelashes. I was afraid to move. I didn’t want to spook her, but she seemed as entranced as I was. Taking a brave step forward, she didn’t move and continued to look into my eyes. I held out my hand, dying for her to touch it, so she might feel the bond like I did just by looking at her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” my hand was still out, palm upwards, to give her the invitation. She shuffled her belongings to one arm and then took my hand. Just as I suspected, she felt tingles go up her arm just as I was. Quickly pulling away, she looked back at me in bewilderment.
“What was that?” she asked,
