“You think they’ll forgive us?” she whispered, brow furrowed. They both knew the villagers wouldn’t let it go. In the heat of despair, their connection turned primal, raw and unfiltered. Her every gasp echoed in the quiet aftermath of chaos.
“You think they’ll forgive us?” she whispered, brow furrowed. They both knew the villagers wouldn’t let it go. In the heat of despair, their connection turned primal, raw and unfiltered. Her every gasp echoed in the quiet aftermath of chaos.