Chapter 7
Johnathan scuffed a foot in the snow, shaking his head. “I…It’s…You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Fionn looked at him for a moment, wanting to say more. But would prying get him what he wanted, or only chase the apparently shy farmer further away? “I’m glad you’re not upset,” he finally said as he rose to his feet. He shook snow from his wings and added, “I’m also half-frozen, a hot cider and a seat by the fire sound pretty good right now. What do you think?”