Chapter 844 Are You Joking?

• Aris
• “You didn’t have to come,” Roman says. We walk side by side through the market that’s held in Ruby every weekend. It’s crowded with locals and summer tourists alike, but through the noise and bobbing crowd, I catch a glimpse of Posey’s reddish-blonde hair as she weaves toward a stall selling an incredible array of freshly cut flowers.
• “I was either going to sleep half the day away or this.” I motion toward the market. “I had no other plans.”