The bodyguard finally realizes that his hands were still on my face and quickly drops them, like touching me burned him. He looked to be repulsed, but I did not miss how his fingers flexed, whether it was from hatred and disgust or something else.
Something I’ve only ever seen in the Wicked Wolf’s eyes when he looks at me.
Andros clears his throat, trying to reign himself in as well, but I can tell I have shocked him with my sudden wave of dizziness and I can’t help but feel bad about it.
“I’m sorry for that.” I find myself saying with a shake of my head. “But it’s really nothing. I’m perfectly fine. Maybe I just need to shift.”
Trained in extreme pain and stress, it is so unlike me to be this way.
If my father saw me succumbing to something so basic like pain and showing such weakne
