"Yes."
How long has it been since I felt like myself? Since I liked myself? Since I was content with just being? No, I could not recall. Not in my world, not since I came to this. But right there, with nothing special going on and blood in the air, I just felt like I belonged. And at that moment, that was enough. And he wasn't the monster I hated or feared. I stared at his face, for the first time, seeing how fair he was, the darkness of his brows, the lashes in his eyes, the strong outline of his sharp jaws, his nose, his brows, his eyes. They were hard and sharp, formed from the hard life he had to face, or simply genetics being impartial.
He was breathtaking. And his eyes. Oh! his eyes. They were something I wanted to look at, every day, every time and his dark hair. He doesn’t carry
