Accalia's POV
"Accalia?" Dustin's voice sent sweet chills down to my core, yet, I ignored him as I stared at my father's grave.
Everything was numb... my insides were dead and grey... my mind and body and soul were numb...
Dustin came and stood next to me, his gaze pinned on the gravestone of my father.
"Everyone is looking for you," he said, sounding tired. Has he been looking for me? But why? I haven't been gone!
"I'm sorry," I whispered my apology.
Dustin reached out and touched my hand, moving his thumb over the top of my hand.
"No need to apologize," he said, his voice low and husky.
Why did he sound so tired? Was it me?
Dustin carefully pulled me to his chest and snaked his arms around my waist, his sandalwood scent enveloped me in the process...
This was home... but why
