It was Yeller and not Cashia asking this time. Nat looked at him sceptically. Hana rested a hand on Nat’s, her finger rubbing his thumb. Yeller rose and offered Nat his hand. Nat brushed it away and dragged himself up on his own. He couldn’t look at Yeller. The white-haired man wasn’t sure if he … Continue reading Polaris Skies: Ch 18