Mature
Ayanne
He carried her up the stairs after everyone else went inside. She fell asleep on the drive and Toby insisted she not try to walk.
He acted as though she chopped off a demon’s head, or fought one.
Or killed a goddess.
She did none of it. She was forced to the sidelines by everyone like a porcelain doll.
Ayanne considered her feelings while he carried her silently up the stairs.
She didn’t even get to say goodbye to Vanessa. But would she want to? Vanessa was going to kill Toby. Probably a lot of people.
She leaned against his chest, relishing in the sound of his heartbeat. Slow and steady. Not erratic and working overtime. But she knew better. Toby was overthinking it right now. Analyzing whether or not he did the right thing.
“Tell me your thoughts,” she whispere
