DANIKA
Kaziel's beautiful eyes are clouded by a variation of emotions. But the most prominent one is anger. Mostly driven by fear. Unless he has a past he's hiding, there's no reason he should react this way. Still, I reach for his hand, entwining my fingers with his.
"Take a deep breath, Kaziel," I urge softly. Instantly, the crease between his brows fades.
He sighs, lowering his gaze. "Sorry," he mumbles, and I grin. He's like an overgrown puppy sometimes.
"It's okay," I tell him. "I happened to come across the photo by chance. You had much shorter hair, and you were wearing a lab coat. Were you...really a doctor?"
His entire body tenses.
"I was. But not for long." He refuses to look me in the eye. I have a feeling something terrible happened. Whatever it is, it still hurts him to
