TERESA
I didn’t quite understand what that man said, but a lot of others gathered around us. Sebastian was getting anxious like he could not find his place. He was also making a shield with his enormous body protecting me.
The question was from what or from whom? I could have sworn that the man’s eyes, with that strange comment, turned red as blood. He was trying though to avoid my gaze, but still; he was restless. Like ready to attack?
But then, a man in his forties cut through the crowd, coming close to us. He had a cross tattooed over his right eye, his look deep and sharp, his hair almost gray. His good vibrations calmed my inner storm to a soothing, warm breeze.
His need to take action moved me. Both he and Sebastian surrounded me with their bodies, not letting anyone get close
