no amount of acrobatic talent I do not possess will save me from my spikey doom, so I close my eyes and brace myself for pain. But no pain comes. Instead, something cool and hard slides beneath my arms, lifting me from the ground. I open one eye. Lord Valerian holds me beneath my armpits like I am a clumsy child he’s rescued from disaster, which isn’t that far from the truth. Those dark, fathomless eyes regard me with ire, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in what could be annoyance or amusement.
😂😭 currently suffering from severe secondhand embarrassment lol
