A strong hand suddenly closed around Elara's wrist, yanking her to an abrupt stop. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her feet scrapped on the forest floor.
Someone had been watching her after all.
Before she could even draw breath, she was spun around. An arm slid around her waist with a grip so achingly familiar that her body recognized it before her mind could catch up. She froze. When her eyes finally lifted to the face of the person holding her, the rest of the world seemed to blur and fade away.
It had been quite long.
Though she had caught glimpses of him from afar and always looked away, she had still seen his face in newspapers and on the TV. Especially lately, with all the ugly news swirling around him.
It would be a lie to say she had felt nothing when she heard those rumors. She felt kinda annoyed. Not at him though... but at all the mess and at the situation itself.
