It's cooler outside than I thought it would be. The natural canopy of the trees keeps the air about ten degrees cooler than the temperature would be back in Crest falls, and that's even considering that it's winter.
I suck air into my lungs, as if it could push past the lump of emotions rising in my throat. I'm overwhelmed. It's too much - all of it - too much. I just need to think.
I move to walk along the tall bushes that surround Caspian's house, Dex and Travis nearly on my heels. How can I have a proper moment to break down with them close enough to smell my perfume? Bodyguards are not all they're cracked up to be. I can now understand why every fictional character that has ever had a bodyguard, tried to run away from them.
I turn quickly on my heels, pinning both of them with my
