Angel Grass. What a pretentious name for poison. Though I suppose for people in as much pain as Kirin, it probably feels like an angel is saving them.
“What’s wrong?”
Evalynn shook her head as she rested it on his shoulder. A small, contented smile pulled on the corners of her lips as she closed her eyes and melted into the brawny arms wrapped around her neck, hugging her arms. They were firm, each muscle strong enough to break her in half like a piece of straw, yet she had never felt more comfortable or safe in her life.
“It’s nothing,” Evalynn sighed, her body slumping as she let herself melt into her chair. “I was just thinking about how you and Kirin nearly died trying to save me and Quinn.”
“You don’t feel guilty, do you?”
“No… Well, yes. I suppose both. You both mean the world
