"Why would I call you by a name that isn't fit for such a person?" Alastair said. His cold eyes kept looking straight forward.
I jumped in front of him, forcing his gaze onto me. I glared up at him with my hands balled into fists.
"What do you mean no fit for such a person? Do I not seem fit for my name?"
He didn't say anything. Instead, he held a hand up to my hair and gilded it down a few strands. From the dark roots to the lighter midsection.
"You are perfect however you are." He said.
I had several questions but feared that if I asked them, I'd only gain more. I let the subject drop.
As we continued our walk, I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I hadn't realized we'd begun to leave the camp.
"Where are we going?" I asked
"A date," he said. "I fear I won't be able to be here for much longer, so I want to make our time together last as long as I can."
