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Chapter Fourteen – Touch
He did not return her smile, instead he looked away. 'How can I beher protector when I am a threat to her? How can I protect her when I was the one who injured her?' He nearly jumped when he felt her touch. 'Again.'
"Don't you trust me to be honest?" asked she – her voice soft. There was a touch of sadness in her tone that made him clench his fist. He closed his eyes and exhaled softly.
"I-" he began, but could not continue. He was not sure how to reply. It was not like that he doesn't trust her. He sure did. It was just… There was a large part of him that trusted her but there was also a small part of him that questions her, her words, and his trust in her – making him doubt everything and anything. The last person he had trusted completely betrayed him. And that was his uncle. His family. His blood.
Not knowing how to answer her, he started to turn away. But this time she did not let him. She captured his face between her palms and forced him to look at her. He stilled. Green met blue. He could see his own reflection in the pool of sky-blue eyes.
And gently with her thumps she brushed tears that had rolled down his cheek. 'Where did those come from…?' For the moment he just relished in her delicate touch and loosing himself in the depths of the ocean that is her eyes.
A small smile graced his lips and he laughed inwardly at the irony. Instead of him being her saviour, he was saved by her. She saved him from killing, from falling into his own darkness, and Mother's madness and thirst after blood. She was in the end his Saviour.