87 Chapter 85

Against my will I'm once more dressed like a soldier, cap and all, and with increasing tension I follow behind Asher, eyes scanning our surroundings, earning a narrowing glance from him that makes him stand on guard too, not that he needed that to freeze up again into the cold captain he is, watchful and alert.

Is like a layer of ice is poured over his head once he steps out of the house, a façada for the outside where all eyes lay on him.

  But not inside, not when it is just the two of us, for that layer melts piece by piece, crumbles away only for me to see what lay beneath, and that line of thought flares up the fire inside me, making me inhale a little too quickly, but that only fills my lungs with the stench, bringing me back from those thoughts, so I shake the distraction away and swallow dry, but trying is the keyword as so many worries and thoughts still play inside my mind, making me go back and forth like this.