My Lorraine… my sweet little porcupine…
He simply watched her, the way her cheek rested so trustingly against his hand, the faintest smile curving her lips even in sleep. She looked… happy. Peaceful.
Something in his chest tightened.
His thumb lingered against her temple, memorizing the feel of her before he let his hand fall.
Did I wrong you? Why won't you trust me?
She stirred a little, still holding his hand like a lifeline. He gathered her into his lap, holding her so her head rested against his chest.
He felt full. Her weight always grounded him. That night beneath the vyrnshade tree, when the poison had nearly been his choice, it was her weight that kept him tethered. Even now…
His fingers drifted through her hair before he placed a kiss on her forehead, his gaze lingering there longer than necessary. He removed his mask to feel the wind on his face.
