Natalia
“You have to go in,” killian says, his voice tight.
We're both standing in front of an isolated shed, which Cardan's been brought to for him to stay in, till the worst of his rut is over.
My eyes dart nervously between the door and Killian, but I don’t move from where I’m standing. My hands are shaking so much, that I have to clasp them together, to subside the jittery movement.
I don’t want to.
Every single cell in my body, is screaming at me to turn back and walk away from this madness. But as reluctant as I am to go in, it's the same way I feel like my feet have been anchored to the floor, helpless to move an inch away.
The mere thought, of knowing Cardan is right there, behind that door, tethering on the cusp of his sanity, is mind-numbingly overwhelming. I don’t know if
