had been pressing on it all night. The dream-if it was even a dream-kept replaying in my mind. His
ng the cold air bite at my skin. My toes curled against the rough wooden floor when I swung my legs down. I
shoulders. Tightened the belt at my waist. My fingers fumbled over the buckle, like they di
l. I bent to tie them, staring at the worn laces. Funny how somethin
ht's mist. My breath came out in little white clouds. The dirt path that led
y, steady but loud in the stillness. Every so often I glanced over my shoulder, though I wasn't
eak of cart wheels. Someone laughing near the baker's stand. The smell of fresh bread drifted acros
when I
ksmith's shop, arms folded. The moment my eyes landed on him, it w
Focused. Like he was reading something
ed for an apple, turning it over in my hand like I cared about its color. The
His voice was warm, cheerful in the wa
a smile.
to be indecisive. My eyes flick
hadn't
ere was uneven, worn smooth in places where countless feet had walked. My steps slowed whe
My hands were shaking slightly, and I hoped no one s
before. A faint scar along his jaw, pale against his skin, disappearing just under
voice was deeper than I exp
head quic
long. Then he turned, walking away, slipping into the narro
. To turn around and pret
d, I f
walls were close, brick on one side, rough timber on
said, "You're not very
ike a splash of co
hey weren't angry exactly, but there was something in th
started, but
ice was low now, quiete
e stone. My pulse thudded in my ears. "I don't
's better
asn't a warning, but it
ulder brushing mine. I caught a faint scent of leather and someth
sound of his footsteps fading into
ything seemed louder-the clatter of coins, the
g much. Every time I thought I'd stopped thinking about him, I'd catch s
er. I followed the road home, my pace quicker than usual. Near the edge o
to a man I didn't recognize. His body was angled toward hi
to keep moving. I told myself not
still w
inside quickly, shutting it behind
et inside.
very shift of the wind outside, made me think of that look.