Lost Creek Hollow una tortura perderte

She backed away from him—as if couldn’t get away from him fast enough—it seered him to the spot. His jaws opened—her name forming on his tongue… ‘Silver, don’t…’ but then it died on the wind as she said goodbye to him, pulling a small frown from him. She wanted away from him—after everything she had been through, who was he to try to sway her mind? To call her back. To ask for more, rather than less—

He held no right.

He watched her go—a beacon compared to the moonlight, unwavering still in her desire to keep him at arms length.

He had to remind himself that nothing had hurt in this world more than when he had found Ibis dead… But damn, if this somehow didn't feel worse in this very moment.