I sniff the tears back, but I do it quietly, because I don’t want Dustan to know. I shiver again, clutching my forearms to my abdomen. Dustan sighs. A moment later, a cloak drops over my shoulders. I turn, and I’m sure there’s fire in my eyes, because Dustan holds his hands up. “You don’t need to be cold to spite me.”
these are the moves needed to begin earning my favor, dustan. this is something grey would have done.
