Edward felt a little uneasy with Selene still holding his hand. Her touch wasn't firm, exactly—just steady, warm, grounding. But that somehow made it worse. His pulse fluttered embarrassingly fast, and he kept telling himself it was because of the lingering weakness in his limbs… not because Selene Verdigris was sitting so close that her shoulder brushed his every time she shifted.
The tingling sensation spreading from her hand up his arm was… distracting. Too distracting.
Trying to pry his mind away from it, he looked toward the three silhouettes sitting a short distance away, their heads bowed together in a tight circle.
"What do you think they're discussing so seriously?"
Selene opened her eyes and followed his gaze. Her expression, as usual, remained unreadably calm—though Edward thought he caught a flicker of something sharper before she smoothed it away.
She shrugged lightly.
"Maybe how we're going to go back home."
Edward frowned. "Are we lost?"
