Yumi
@clementinery
With each stride of the horse, the witch’s backside moved against my lap, up and down, rhythmic, until heat suffused
my entire body. I glared determinedly at the sky overhead. The situation had grown dire. Soon, she would notice, and soon, I would have to kill her for it.
“Is there a problem, Chass?” she murmured after another moment.
“None,” I snapped.
She said nothing for several seconds. Then— “You can tell me if there is.” She cleared her throat. It sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “It must be 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, riding with me like this.”
Reklam
We all felt fear. The trick was learning to live with that fear, to continue forward in spite of it.
She’d once told me it hurt to remember the dead as they were, rather than who we wanted them to be. Memory was a dangerous thing.
Reklam