Nox
Charli and Silvia both turned at the sound of my voice. Mindlessly, I scanned Charli’s beautiful frame—unscathed and unharmed. My mind knew it to be true, but the need to confirm it was almost unstoppable.
“Come here,” I commanded.
Charli didn’t question the demand as she stepped toward me, her feet bare and her golden eyes wide and swirling with a kaleidoscope of emotion—fear, concern, and anxiety all vied for top billing.
“Silvia, please give us a few minutes,” I said as I reached for Charli’s hand.
“Anything you need. I can prepare lunch.”