Matilda's POV
when he told me his name, I smiled to myself, the feeling I had never felt before, came seeping in, I remembered those familiar green Hazel eyes, his lips.
God. get a grip on yourself.
with a sigh, I was about to leave for my room only to notice a deadly glare that could kill it was laced by one of the guards. it made me even more worried especially when I noticed one of the men I had beaten, was sobbing he was trying so hard to conceal it, but he failed miserably. Then I walked up to him before I asked.
"What is the matter?".
when he heard my voice, he immediately wiped his tears and pretended to be strong. I just stared at him without a word, I have been in a position where hurt and pain would make you have the urge to just wish you were dead and wouldn't want to cont
