The wind began to grow colder as they moved further away from the borders of the Morus tribe. Iris had liked that quiet tribe, because it reminded her of her past life… before she left her homeland and met Gabriel. The ground beneath them changed gradually; from a torch-lit square to narrow rocky paths scattered with tall, silent trees, with nothing but the sound of Gabriel’s steady footsteps. Iris was still in his arms. She no longer resisted, but she wasn’t asleep either. She was between two states; faint awareness, and a strange comfort she didn’t want to admit. She buried her face deeper into his heavy coat, trying to hide her embarrassment at the very thought: that she had gotten used to this position faster than she should have. As for him, he hadn’t changed. The same silence, the same calm, the same composure. The only difference was that he held her more firmly, adjusting his grip whenever he sensed her discomfort. She wouldn’t lie, this action warmed her heart. A lo
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