Losing the Lonely
almost smiled. Almost. “You appear excessively concerned with whether he catches a cold, trips over rocks, eats properly, and presumably continues breathing,” I stated. Her eyes slowly moved towards me. The Hunter began smiling. “I am beginning to regret allowing Taryn to observe us,” she said. “You did not allow anything,” Taryn replied and added, “I observed.” She looked toward him. Taryn's expression became neutral. The Hunter laughed. A genuine laugh. She turned toward him. “Would you like to continue,” she asked. “No,” Hunter replied immediately. “I thought not,” she said. Something resembling amusement threatened to surface, but it was suppressed as soon as the thought entered my mind
Bab Populer