Chapter seventy ~ The attack
Damia’s POV ******************
I sat there, trembling in the cold as I stared ahead into the woods, wondering how far Sanghiel and his men could be from us.
“ You should put this on.” Tyvon said, handing over one of his spare shirts from his pack.
“ Thank you.” I muttered under my breath, without looking at him, slowly reaching for it.
I wrapped the cloth tightly around my shoulders, trying to ward off the chill that had settled in my bones. He didn’t respond as well but just sat down there quietly beside me.
Maybe he was feeling guilty for speaking to me that way. Or is he mad that I am angry at him? I watched as he gulped down the last bit of liquor in the bottle before throwing it away. And for some reasons, I felt guilty.
Maybe I shouldn’t feel
