POV (ABELIA)
Terror. All I could feel was pure terror radiating and coursing throughout my body. Yet, it was not for me, it was for them. I knew they were by my side, hidden in the darkness, and it was comforting, but also suffocating. They were tools I had manipulated by hearing their thoughts. I did not deserve their protection. Why had I cried out for them? Why had I cried out for him? His coldness and anger towards me was soul crushing. But why? Why did his acceptance matter so much? 24 hours. I only knew him for less than 24 hours. None of this made any sense. And, yet, each time he glared at me it felt like someone was stabbing me in the heart. Thank goodness for Thomas, a thought I never believed I would have. Yet, he was the only one who told me exactly what I want
