Chapter 66
Lenora
I can't believe I'm leaving.
A part of me feels like someone's pressing a hand to my chest and holding there — not painfully, but enough to make me aware I'm about to lose something.
This place was… everything.
The air that tasted cleaner than any I've breathed. The way the sunsets dripped molten gold across the horizon. The animals that moved like they knew they were older and wiser than we'd ever be. The people, warm and unhurried, weaving the land into every word they spoke.
Two days ago, Cameron and I went to the lion park, and he got into a pissing contest with one of the lions.
It started with some long, lingering eye contact, escalated into the world's most ridiculous low growl from Cameron, and ended with me having to place a hand on his chest before he decided to actually shift through the damn fence. The lion, to my eternal disbelief, arched its back in a way that can only be described as "come at me, bro."
