“Your hands are shaking.” “I’m cold,” he ground out, slamming the box shut and locking it. “And I hate it down here.” “Is there any place in Stone you don’t hate?” “No.” Then, “The library, maybe.” This time, Ione offered her hand. “Let me guess,” Elm said. “When you’re free of the Maiden, and all the feelings come back, you worry you won’t be able to live with yourself if you didn’t take pity on the trembling, rotten Prince.” “Trees, you’re annoying.” She gripped his hand tight enough to still Elm’s tremors. “Now tell me how to get to the library.”
brb going to go cry
