“That’s impossible,” I muttered. That can’t be? How can Yves have that kind of phobia? Yes, he was annoying as hell before and up until now whenever he wants to but it’s only because of our situation. I shook my head to myself, unable to think alone how that would become possible. “How could you tell? Do you see symptoms or signs from him?”
He stared for too long. I avoided his hand that attempted to touch my face again. He sighed and sat upright again. “You have healed him, Tara. I don’t know how you do that but, maybe we could try?”
“Try what?” I asked breathlessly. His actions are already telling me about the disgusting thing he had in mind. “You also have that kind of phobia? But you’re here with me? It’s just… How am I supposed to believe you?”
He shook his head as he stood out o
