I had a weak moment, and that was all it was.
Scowled at Arcane but quickly looked away, freaking out that he would see me and misunderstand it. I mean, who could even blame me? I shouldn't even be here! To be honest, nobody should be here at all. Werewolves and fey, sometimes I still wonder if I just fell asleep reading again.
But no such luck; it was all real. Everything here was so very real. Once, I dreamed about this, diving into my favorite book and being swooped off my feet by a drop-dead gorgeous vampire or werewolf. Letting out a deep sigh of frustration again, I found myself scowling at Arcane.
He had apologized over and over again. I believed him, too, believed that he didn't mean to make me cry or hurt. So like a characteristic damsel in distress, I cried in his arms
