-Raven-
We stopped at an inn we found along the road. I had my hood pulled closely over my head. Even though I had no tattoos on my face, I wanted to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention. After all, I was with Cole, and I didn’t want anyone to think I might be a threat or that I was keeping him prisoner.
I stayed close by the door while he approached the innkeeper to pay for a room and some food. It was quite late, and most of the patrons had already gone to bed, but a few glanced over at me with curious looks.
Cole led me to a table where the food was soon served. Throughout the meal, he refused to let go of my hand, and the warmth of his touch was something I couldn’t quite explain.
“You know I’ll need that hand to eat, right?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
He just smile
