*Griff*
My heart pumps wildly in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears, almost drowning out the muted hum of the chateau. I watch Anaïs, waiting for her response, her eyes wide and shimmering in the dim light. Every muscle in my body is tense, my breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. I need her to stay. I need her to understand, to see beyond the monster I sometimes become. To know I am no danger to her.
But I also can’t force her, it would break any trust we have build, and I am not sure I would be able to rebuild it, it needs to be her choice.
Suddenly, her breath catches in her throat, and she rushes towards me, her fingers reaching for my side. “You are hurt,” she exclaims, her voice filled with concern. I glance down, seeing the scratches from my fight with the demon. They’re a
