Sindy
The last thing I wanted was to walk beside him.
But there I was, following Lorenzo down the long corridor, my heart hammering so loud I thought it would echo off the wooden walls of the lodge.
His stride was confident, every step radiating authority, and I hated how steady he looked while I felt like I was walking into battle with nothing but my bare hands. His presence burned against my side, close enough that the heat of him seemed to seep through my sweater, into my skin, straight into my bones.
I told myself I was only walking with him because he left me no choice. I told myself I would keep my head high and my spine straight, because I’d be damned if I let him drag me into the dining hall like some timid, broken thing.
But my stomach churned with nerves all the same.
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