"Don't worry princess , you know I'll kill anyone who touches you."
He would burn the world down, if meant being with her.
Kalani costello is an angelic soul who's been through traumatic events caused by her careless father, when she finds out she'...
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As we were driving I had no idea where we were going, the events that took place last night still seem so unreal to me. The way he held me as I cried, the way he told me everything would be okay, it's like he knew exactly what to do. My mama was my hero in every different way, and one of those ways was how she was able to stop my anxiety attacks,
Exactly how Soren did.
How was he able to? Was it because he used my mama's familiar routine? Or was it something else? There are so many things I need to talk to Soren about, but I have no idea where to start.
I turn to look at him as he drives, I wonder why he didn't get one of his drivers to take us, maybe he wanted it to be only us. I noticed he was always the one to pick me up, like that day in the park, he was the one who came and no one else.
As if he felt my eyes on him his gaze calmly met mine, I didn't look away, I don't know why but I didn't. His stare stayed until I finally was too nervous and looked away, I could feel him smirking.
"Where are we going ?" I asked dying to know, he didn't give me any details, he only told me to get ready. I hope he's not planning on killing me, is that why he gave me a pretty sundress? If I was gonna die at least I'll look good.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not taking you somewhere so I could kill you." My eyes snap to him, how the hell does he know what I'm thinking? Why am I so easy for him to read? It's kind of frustrating, I would think I can cover my emotions, well given who my father is.
"Does that happen often ?" He says speaking again, I look at him confused for a moment before I realize he's talking about my anxiety attacks.
"I've been having these anxiety attacks for years, doesn't happen too often anymore. But at one point in my life, it happened every night." My voice is quiet as I speak, just thinking about it makes me depressed..
I could feel him staring at me but I was too much in my mind to look at him. I snap out of it when his hand touches my thigh, my eyes meet his, his touch just makes me nervous.
"You'll be safe with me." He simply says as he looks back at the road. I appreciate how determined he is to help me, it makes my heart do a flip.
He stays silent after that, I'm glad. I didn't want to talk any further.
I'm glad he dropped the subject, he probably felt I was getting upset. It's like he knows exactly how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking.
"So tell me where we're going, I'm getting anxious over here." I mumble as I shift in my seat. I wanted to change the subject.
His grip tightens on the wheel, "We're going to my father's house, I need something from him." I could feel a shift in the air, he's angry. Is he angry at me? Was I being too pushy? Why should I even care? I hate that I actually do.
