Chapter Fourteen
Samara stood still with her eyes closed. There was something very comforting about holding and being held by Adalard. His touch was gentle but strong at the same time.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the gray fog that had encircled him a moment ago. A thin film of bright light surrounded them in a bubble. Whenever the gray film tried to move closer, tiny sparks were ignited. The gray matter hissed. The sound reminded her of water landing on a hot burner. Bits of the fog evaporated when struck.
“Thank you,” Adalard murmured.
She reluctantly pulled away and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “No problem. I guess we should stick pretty close together, huh?”
“Yes, that might be good,” he said, caressing her cheek.
She tilted her head against his hand and smiled up at
