Seona’s POV
I feel a bit sick, what did I just agree too? I’m not a baker? My food is barely palatable and the woman who was here, Eralia? Wants to sell my fudge?
I claw at my blouse, feeling the air constricting in my throat, I’m dying! Oh God, I’m having a heart attack! What have I done?
A hand starts to rub my back, as another wraps around my arm, tugging me into something hard.
‘Shh Seona, breathe, just breathe, in and out. Follow me, breathe in with me, and out, in and out’ Hallick’s rough voice murmurs as I do as he says, my chest releasing again slowly.
‘That’s it, keep breathing, it’s fine, you’re fine’ Hallick continues as his hand rubs up and down my spine soothingly.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t know . .’ I mutter, finally backing away from him, the soldier letting me go.
‘You had
