Chapter 8
Manning feared he’d wake up soon and realize Hush was a figment of his imagination. Trudging behind him into the forest was like watching a fairy tale play out before his eyes. Hush’s almost black hair draped his back, his lithe body moving soundlessly between the trees as if his feet never touched the ground.
Compared to him, Manning was a brute, a graceless oaf disturbing the silence. He wanted to reach out, wanted to touch Hush to make sure he was real, to confirm they were there together.
“Wait here.” Hush glanced at him over his shoulder and smiled. Heat spread in Manning’s chest. He tried reminding himself Hush wasn’t human, but his body didn’t listen. The wish to hug Hush to his chest, to explore every inch of his agile body, didn’t diminish, rather the opposite when th
