The walk through the woods between the pack house and home seemed like the longest walk ever. August smiled faintly as she thought of Samhain when Graeme had chased her and carried her in his arms. It was a little embarrassing how he would insist on carrying her all the time like she couldn't walk herself, but now she would give anything to be in his arms.
The flashback of Graeme stuck in the fiery wall Violet had erected, trying to reach her but being unable to and being too stubborn to turn back was playing in her mind. It was haunting. He would have remained there, persistent to get to her even as flames were charring his flesh. She shuddered at the memory.
Thank the Goddess Violet was gone. How could she have done that to Graeme when she supposedly cared about him?
