Chapter 42
I could hear the two of them outside, walking about. They were discussing plans for tomorrow. Practical considerations. Who was best to ask.
I pulled up a chair to sit by Charlotte’s side, and placed my hand on hers. Symbolic again, but more for me than for her. I was going to be here until she woke up, to make sure nothing happened to her. It was unlikely, but the prospect still terrified me.
She was it. I had gone through and burned through so many people that I loved, and now it was the two of us. The thought of growing more attached to her both delighted and terrified me.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know what love was, but it was always so one-sided. A clueless boy asking younger me for a hand. A few letters of love. I had no doubt many of my suitors would see me as the ultimate prize; blessed by Cestra herself.