True to his word, Preston began delicately picking the pebbles from her wounded knees. His touch was so gentle, she felt only the faintest nips of pain. His eyes were narrowed behind his glasses, as focused as he’d looked when poring over one of Myrddin’s books.
He's being very sweet with her. Honestly, it's too sweet for someone who constantly attacks him verbally and has shown him very little kindness. Effy seems to have pretty privilege with Preston, though. Like, he's obsessed with her according to his notes repeating her name.
I just don't buy the obsession. Just because she is pretty and memorized Myrddin's work, the only author she has seemingly ever read by choice?
Ava you have some explaining to do.
