I still feel guilty for leaving. There’s a war brewing in our backyard, and we’re out here pretending like we have time to breathe.
“Yeah but, Caden… what if they attack while we’re gone?”
He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, his lips warm and maddeningly soft. That one kiss alone somehow short-circuits my stress response. It’s stupid. I’m still worried. But also stupidly flustered.
“We could be attacked any time, Bay. Do you want to sit in the living room in full armor just waiting for someone to break the windows?” He glances over at me, his golden eyes warm but knowing. “mum and dad are there. Our best fighters are there. And we’re not exactly flying off to Paris. We’re down the road.”
I grunt, but my hand is still in his. My body’s already relaxing before my mind agrees to i
