Mallory
After a long hot shower, I went back to Kemy’s room. Adrian was there, watching my sister and the werewolf. Henry was holding Kemy’s hand, his eyes on her. These weren’t the eyes of a tormentor or a monster, like the gazes that inhabited my nightmares. His eyes were tender, sweet. Although I didn’t trust him, I wasn’t blind to his dedication towards her either.
Was this love? I didn’t know. I was only used to tormenting gazes when it came to men. Except for Daniel’s gaze; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, ever. That was clear, but I still couldn’t wave my fear, my stupid fear.
His gaze was pure encouragement, care, friendship and I ruined everything by kissing him. Mate or not, no one would want someone as broken as me. Too tainted, too marred, too damaged to be good to anyon
