Zevran.
The wind blew strongly, raising some cloud of dust into the air as we all gathered outside, close to the freshly dug out grave.
My hands balled into fists as I watched numbly while the priest led Father's funeral rites, but as the event proceeded, I couldn't help but feel sharp eyes on me, drilling holes into my skin and causing weird prickly goosebumps to erupt at the back of my neck.
I turned briefly in the direction where my discomfort was coming from and frowned slightly when my eyes met Micah's. His lips curved into a smug smile when he caught me watching, but deciding that the last thing I wanted to do right now is indulge him, I turned away and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around mother who leaned slightly into me.
