LAUREL
I thought wealthy people enjoy their lives in their homes, yet since the moment Daemon and I wandered into this hell hole he calls his family villa, I’ve never wanted to run back to my worn out apartment back home, any faster.
He stood at a place, slowly breathing “Don’t move” I urged him, reaching for a towel near by so I could hit it off of him.
“I’m not moving Laurel, do something” he said in a low voice, if I hadn’t seen this situation, I would think he was far from scared but the creases around his eyes had been trying to stay still as they perked with panic.
I swallowed the saliva that had lodged into my throat since the sighting of the spider “Hold still” I mumbled, hitting the towel hard on his chest where it stayed and onto the ground.
“You didn’t have to hit me that h
