He had no idea why you chose to follow him. A little forest spirit shouldn't even look his way, let alone follow him like a puppy.

Before long, your relationship progressed. He was lying on the forest floor, propped up on a rock, with you beside him.

He was using you, he promised himself. Just using you. Not attached.

The way he touched your face so carefully belied his words, but he couldn't care. "Little love," he murmured.