Ash squeezed my arm in his hand, “... it is okay if he reads it....,” I stuttered. I patted Ash on his arm, for him to let go. “We’ll only be a few minutes and then you guys can go hunting before you train.” I stood up and walked out, each step built up my anxiety.
“Am I over stepping?” Ben spoke behind me.
Yes, “No.”
“Then why are you walking like you are on your way to a gas chamber?”
I turned to look at him. His face echoed the concern in his voice. He was sweet and caring, and probably too gentle for this world. But he was also tough enough to handle it. Life had taught him a few lessons on survival otherwise he would have been dead a long time ago.
And yet he seemed too gentle to me. Too gentle for Baku.
I gave him a smile and put my arm around his waist and pulled him forward
