Bab 216: Imperfect Love

Iyana gently rose from Vyan's lap, sending him into quiet disarray. His wide, searching eyes clung to her as if pleading, Why are you leaving me? 

There was something almost tragically adorable about his expression, a mix of confusion and longing that made her chuckle softly. 

She reached for his hand, her fingers lacing through his with a light tug. "Come on, let's take a walk outside."

Yet he didn't budge, still fixed on her face, his lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but the words were lost, trapped in a dry throat. His eyes brimmed with silent questions and fear, as if her movement away from him was the beginning of some unspeakable separation.

Noticing his distress, Iyana glanced around for something to ease him. A glass of water covered with a lid sat on the tea table nearby, and she was about to reach for them when she felt it—a sharp tug.