That’s the first time Soran laughs in a year. It’s ugly, rusty—but real.
Kaelen looks up. “She’s scared. Not mean.”
Soran presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah. But so am I. That’s the point.”
That’s the first time Soran laughs in a year. It’s ugly, rusty—but real.
Kaelen looks up. “She’s scared. Not mean.”
Soran presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah. But so am I. That’s the point.”