SAGE
He went back to his horse and got something that was attached to his saddle. It looked big and long… and was wrapped in some kind of fabric.
“I am afraid to ask,” I giggled, looking at his serious face when he was back with me.
“Then don’t ask. Just open my present,” Killian said sternly. As if he wasn’t giving me a gift but was lecturing me instead.
And that was when it hit me. A gift! He was giving me a gift!
I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t possibly take it. Could I?
My eyes locked with his, and suddenly, I felt a mixture of emotions radiating from him. The air around us became colder, and I sucked in a deep breath. It felt as if it meant a lot to him if I would accept this… whatever it was.
Against my best judgement, I started to unwrap the present with trembling fingers. Wit
