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EIGHTY-SEVEN | CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
“Wait,” I said, pulling back. “That’s – that’s a good thing, surely?”
“No,” Kathrena choked, stepping out of the hug too. Her eyes were back on the ground, and her hands twitched anxiously at her sides. “Oh, God, I just – I panicked. I said no to him.”
“But why?” Rowan asked, frowning, her red lips pulled into a pout. “He’s cute.”
“Look, I – I don’t want to talk about this right now,” Kathrena said, running a shaking hand through her hair, pushing her fringe out of her face only for it to fall down again seconds later, messier than it was before. “We have enough to deal with already.”
Skye touched her forearm for a moment, his eyes gentle as they met hers. “Okay. But we’re here for you, whenever you’re ready.”
“Tha
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