"Thornak," Lara whispered.
He turned slowly, his eyes softening the moment they met hers.
"Lara."
He crossed over to her and pulled her into his arms.
"I missed you," she murmured against his chest.
"I missed you so much," he said, burying his face in her golden hair and breathing her in. She smelled incredible. He had almost forgotten how right it felt to hold her.
Lara drew in his scent too, warm and familiar, and tightened her arms around his waist, not wanting to let go. She felt him shiver slightly before he pulled back just enough to see her face.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"No," s pophe said softly. "I'm fine."
He looked at her more closely, concern tightening his features.
"Who did this to you?" he asked softly.
His hand traced lightly over her face, over the marks where the demon guard had struck her.
"I'm fine," she said quickly, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing to worry about."
Thornak's brow furrowed, but he didn't press.
