Chapter 170 Echo

• Narine
• The words left my lips, but the echo of them still hung in the air like a fragile thread I was almost afraid to touch. My hands were steady at my sides, barely, but my fingertips were warm and tingling from how tightly I had curled them moments before. His eyes found mine instantly, holding me in place, and only then did I feel the smallest loosening in my shoulders.
• My throat worked hard, swallowing what felt like an entire stone.