“Where are we going?” I asked Rian as we walked through the busy village streets.
“Somewhere less busy,” he said, his voice sounding a bit nervous. “Somewhere I think you will like.”
His grip on my hand was firm, like he was scared that I might let go. Ever since we left that pond, he has been touching me in some way relentlessly. Either by holding my hand or resting his hand on my knee. There was always some kind of contact between us. I liked it. I liked the small show of possessiveness.
We passed a stall run by a creature that looked like a tree. He reminded me of Groot from the Avengers. His booth had delicious smelling skewers of some kind of sugary treat. They looked like little doughnut holes, but had nuts on the outside. The warmed sugar and cinnamon smell made my stomach growl
