Chapter 32. Series of Veracity

As my finger was about to make contact with my wrist for a swift recall, a sudden symphony of crunching dead leaves and snapping twigs interrupted my solitude. Panic struck, and my head whipped around to catch the intruder red-handed—well, not exactly red, but you get the point.

Lo and behold, there he was—the one, the only, the man who'd pulled a hero stunt to save my behind—Killan. Oh, the surprise of it all nearly knocked me off my already shaky feet.

Frozen by a mixture of astonishment, embarrassment, and a sprinkle of excitement, I must have resembled a deer caught in headlights. Killan, always the nimble one, seized the opportunity to swoop in, covering the distance between us like a graceful predator closing in on its prey.

His hand clasped my arm, and before I could muster a coherent thought, I found myself being gently drawn towards him. Oh, my blushing cheeks could have put ripe strawberries to shame. But hey, who can blame a girl for losing her wits when a dashing savior is