LENA POV
Walking blindfolded through the packhouse while holding Elias's hand was probably one of the most ridiculous decisions I'd made lately.
Which was saying something considering I'd recently considered gathering rosemary and sage to perform a jealousy spell on a bedroom.
So.
Growth.
Maybe.
"You're walking me into a wall, aren't you?"
"I'm not walking you into a wall."
"You hesitated."
"I was checking the distance."
"From the wall?"
"From the stairs."
I immediately stopped walking.
"Elias."
His fingers tightened around mine before I could say anything else, warm and reassuring in a way that should probably have annoyed me more than it did.
"You're safe."
"I know."
And that was the problem.
I knew.
I was standing in the middle of a hallway with a blindfold over my ey
