Lydia's POV
Elvis's voice and temperature sobered me up in a flash, and really, his words were more effective than the number of times I hammered myself in the head.
I immediately took a big step back and stayed away from Elvis as I always do.
Not surprisingly, I saw that look of pity on his face again.
Elvis's beautiful blue eyes were clean and clear, I could even see my reflection from inside those eyes, and that handsome face showed a pitiful expression, and it hurt to look at it.
"Lydia, I didn't do anything." Elvis held up those strong, powerful hands and showed me his empty palms, "You don't have to be so defensive with me."
For some reason, I subconsciously wanted to deny that I was hiding from Elvis: "I wasn't defending myself from you, it was just a warrior's n
