When I step out from the trees, Ariana is there, staring at me with her arms folded. “Where the hell were you?” she snaps, her voice cracking a little. I shrug, trying to play it cool even though I’m damn near crying inside. “Told you. Exploring.” Her nostrils flare, her eyes narrow, and I realize what I’m looking at. She was scared. For me. I can’t lie, that does a little something to me.
awww she was worried for the boy
