Chapter 182 The Festival

• “Pork?” I turned back to look up at Cillian as he offered me a bowl. His eyes lifted a little and his lips twitched. “Ah. I suppose you are a bit distracted. Do carry on.”
• I turned back and his arms were still around her. Her fingers were in his hair, stroking his hair. He seemed to tremble a little before they pulled back. He threw his head back with a laugh and Estella laughed too. What the hell were they laughing about? He pulled a box out of his cloak and offered it to her. Her eyes lit up and she beamed up at him before taking it out of his hands and hugging him again. I was about to charge over there and rip her away from him, but she cupped his face for a moment and turned, hustling back down the street the way they came. He stepped out of the alcove with a smile as he watched her go. He looked up and turned towards me. I turned around swiftly.
• “We should have real dinner,” I said quickly. “I don’t think I can… walk the whole festival.”