359 Don't Move

LERRIN

Lerrin stayed where he was in the middle of the tent, his back still to Suhle. He could smell her—a heady mix of fear, relief, and something he couldn't identify. He clenched his hands and reminded himself that he couldn't reach for her. Had to make her comfortable. Had to let her see that he would never let her be put in this position again.

He cleared his throat and didn't turn. He needed another moment to be strong. "I am sorry that happened," he murmured. "I will attempt to ensure that it is not possible in future. I will give an order to the Guards that no one is to enter the tent when I am not here," he said. "Please don't… don't be afraid to be here, Suhle. I will… I am going to fix this."

"I know," she breathed from directly behind him, much closer than he'd expected.

He turned, startled, to find her standing toe-to-toe with him, eyes wide and locked on his.