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The reaction catches her off guard at first but she doesn’t budge from her spot. It’s a long moment before he moves again and she considers turning and leaving if he weren’t going to budge but her legs remain in place. Leaving Easthollow hadn’t been an easy decision to make when he stood with her in the circle and isolating herself from him since their departure hadn’t been what she thought was in store. Adeline can’t exactly pinpoint the reason without a little deeper digging but he is just as much to blame as she is.

It takes a long time but, finally, Grayday closes the distance. Perhaps he thought she was going to walk away from him (god, she wanted to) but her limbs never uprooted her and sent her on her way. No matter how much she yelled at them, they won’t move, and soon her breath is lodged permanently in her throat. Her jaws part as if she wants to say something but nothing comes out but a mangled whine and, eventually, her legs give in and finally move. Instead of turning and running, as she expects them to, she rushes into Grayday’s chest and buries her face in the nook of his neck.