Chapter 19 Part 1

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Zeva Pov

Peter - "Zeva?"

I try to pull myself from my spiral of darkness. Am I imagining things? How could Peter possibly be here? I must be dreaming...

Suddenly I feel a cold, gentle hand come to rest on my shoulder. The touch sends a bolt of electricity through my body. I lift my head up, terrified.

Peter- "Zeva, it's me..."

Peters beautiful face is leaning over me. His black hair falling on his forehead and his strong jaw. I can't believe it, it's really him! He's here!

I can't help but jump into his arms and hug him, sobbing. I got soo scared!

I bury my face into his chest, letting the small tingles from his body calm my nerves.

At first, he doesn't move an inch, his body, as hard as marble, stiffens against mine. Then slowly, he runs a hand over my back and the other in my hair, cradling me gently.

Just the tender gesture was enough to make my lips tremble as I fought back a fresh set of tears.

"Thank-you, Peter ... I ... I got lost. I'm so glad you're here!..."

My voice trails off. I feel him breathing in my scent, his nose in my neck. gradually, fear makes way for a much more pleasant feeling.

Peter -"What are you doing here alone?"

He whispers in my ear, his voice deep and grave. I can't help but shudder.

"I thought I saw ... something ... I wanted to check but I got lost and my phone had no reception. "

Again I feel panic rising in me. He gently strokes my hair and I immediately feel better.

Peter - "It's all okay now. Nothing can happen to you now, you're safe. "

I nod soaking up his caresses. Despite just being terrified, with Peter I feel safe. His muscular arms hold me tight. I breathe in his bewitching smell... I know he can protect me from all the dangers of this world.

He gently moves me away from him a little. I can hardly see his green eyes in the dark, but I feel he can see me perfectly.

I gradually get a grip on myself and suddenly something bugs me...

"Hey hold on a minute? What are you doing here, Peter?"

Peters shifts a bit. I can't see him, but I feel he's running a hand through his jet-black hair, a gesture he's used to making when he's uncomfortable.

Peter - " I was worried about you coming to this party, in the woods ... "

My heart starts thumping in my chest; I just don't seem capable of controlling my reactions when I'm with him.

Peter - "I came to see if everything was going ok, discreetly, I didn't want to interfere or bother you, I assure you. "

I know I shouldn't like it, this was borderline stalking but how could I blame him? Peter saved me from what could have been a nightmare. If he hadn't been here, who knows what might have happened? So I'm rather glad he worried about me.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Peter. Next time you could just come with me... "

I hear him sigh as if he was faced with a dilemma.

Peter - "Do you want to go back to the party or go back to the manor? "

Despite the darkness I try to distinguish his facial features. He's avoiding the touchy subject of our relationship again! But hey. I'm too tired to hold it against him. Exhausted I drop my eyes to look at my hands.

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