Here’s the latest in the #deliria tweets for the Chapter 1 preview of Requiem.
He hesitates, then comes down the embankment toward me, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
“It’s cold,” he says when he’s a few feet away. “You should go down to the fire.”
“I’m alright,” I say, but I put my hands into the arms of my wind breaker. The cold is inside me. Sitting next to the fire won’t help. “The tents look good.”
“Thanks. I think I’m getting the hang of it.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.