Kara's POV
I lower myself, my eyes bit blurry and fading, and slide a barrel out. This should be enough for the rest of tonight.
"Alessia!" I call out. Of course she hasn't come.
I try to carry the barrel myself when I didn't see Alessia sooner, but it's just too heavy, making me stumble back and lose control. I want to fall. Hell, no I will fall but someone's hands caught me.
The heat waves that comes from the cold hands enlightens me on something new and fresh, but then, hated, and detested. I shift my head skywards, and roll my eyes to the end, looking at the owner's hands that way.
"Andrew?"
As soon as I come into that realization that he's here in flesh and blood, I quickly grasp myself and back away from him. My subconscious wants to intervene but I push her in. Of course, he
