Nino’s POV.
Another hot shower to keep her off my mind.
I sit down on my bed with a low groan, tired both mentally and physically. Mentally I was being worn away by the constant thoughts of Fiona and how soft her hair felt when I’d brushed it. Physically, I was being worn away by the amount of planning we were putting in place and the damage control we had to do after abruptly cutting the New Moon ceremony short.
Of course, the fanatics had come in swarms to express their outrage at us interrupting a sacred day of the moon, after about eight hours of listening to outraged screaming from grown men in cloaks, I’m sure I deserve this little moments of silence because for some reason I’m summoned by my brothers to once again discuss whatever scheme they’d cooked up in the hour that we’d bee
