I think it would have been easier to carry her but for some reason, I didn’t want to. I felt like holding her hand was better. Her palm wasn’t soft but it wasn’t rough. Was that how it was supposed to feel? I couldn’t remember how a girls hand felt, it’s been a long time since I’ve held one.
Her skin, however, was soft. Very soft. I was tempted to rub the back of her hand on my cheek, to see how soft it really was. But of course, I didn’t. That would look strange.
“When will we start seeing the demons?”
“I’m actually surprised that we still haven’t seen any.” I admitted.
She shuddered.
I looked down at her.
“Seriously?” She asked.
I nodded. “Seriously.”
She bit her lip. “Okay, I’m scared now.”
“There is no reason to be.” I said. “Just remember that I will be there to protect you.”
