Chapter 8
“He’s coming for me. I can feel him even before I see him. There is a darkness in him. I can feel it. Something inside me knows that I should be afraid, that I should run from him. But then he touches me and I’m lost. Nothing matters but him. I want nothing more than to make him happy, to give him everything that he wants. But as I look in his black eyes, I know deep down that it’s not enough, I am not enough.” ~Jewel
“You came back.” Jewel soft voice filled the small room. She looked around and saw that she was in some sort of study. The walls were lined with books and on the far wall was a hearth with a warm fire glowing in its bowels.
“I will always come for you,” Dalton told her as he took a step towards her.
“Where are we?”
Dalton looked around the room and then back
