CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
I adjust the stack of folded banners in my arms, their vibrant colors a stark contrast against the muted tones of the forest surrounding us. The rustling leaves whisper above as if privy to the secret turmoil churning inside me. Tristan's presence beside me is like a beacon, his light brown hair catching glints of sunlight that manage to pierce through the canopy.
"Here," he says, reaching out to take some of the load from my arms. "You don't have to carry it all by yourself."
His fingers brush against mine, sending a jolt of unexpected warmth up my arm. I retract my hand swiftly, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear and focusing on the task ahead. Today isn't about confusing heartbeats or the way my skin tingles at his proximity. It's about mending fences
