Book 14: From a Distance

Soren

Moonrise has officially descended into hell.

I can readily admit I’m not one for crowds. I like being alone. I enjoy peace and quiet. I dislike being pushed and shoved, and I sure as hell hate seeing every street swarmed with people, most of them sloppy drunk after a day of festivities, all of them clamoring for a view of the woman who just appeared on the wide, regal balcony of white marble overlooking the city center.

Giant screens project close up shots of Maeve as she walks into view, her face set in an expression so sharp it pierces right through my chest, which warms with pride.

Patton’s unable to stand still beside me and begins pacing the rooftop we’ve been lounging on for what feels like hours. My skin prickles from the insane heat of the day, even now that the sun has set, but I don’t pay the sunburn on my cheeks any mind.

No, I just look at her. Watch her. Watch the way her shoulders tighten and that impeccable posture