Carolina glanced up, green eyes half hidden by red hair, before nodding slightly in acknowledgement. After all, she'd told him to leave, hadn't she?

Part of her was still angry. But another part wished, wanted, to apologise. She hadn't been a very good friend at the end then, and she wasn't doing any better now. Reluctantly, fingers relaxed on his arm, before Carolina drew them along it and then away, leaving York free to move as he wanted.

At least she hadn't punched him.