Twin Moon
Zelena.
Smith and I headed back to the main house, with Tobias close behind. We sat down on the porch swing as Tobias perched himself on the railing opposite us. We sat quietly for a minute or two, with Smith rocking us gently. I studied the side of his face as he looked out over the village. His dark red hair sat in a mess of shaggy curls on top of his head. Some tendrils were long enough to reach his eyes, while others hung down past his neck. Smith’s chin was hard and straight, chiselled and defined. His nose was straight and turned up at little at the end. But it only added to his rugged good looks. When Smith smiles, with his broad mouth and perfectly white teeth, it’s hard not to smile