Katrina
I realized this was the first time in Zavier’s presence I felt truly afraid.
Jude stepped to me. His side brushed against mine, but I didn’t miss the fact that he had a foot in front of my body. The hair on the back of my neck rose.
But my instinct wasn’t to be afraid that this was some trap.
I had no fear of Zavier. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t, not at all.
Instead, I was afraid because I realized that Zavier couldn’t protect me, couldn’t stop them if they wanted to do me harm, and most of them looked like they would want nothing more.
And more than that… I was afraid that they would hurt him getting to me.
Zavier’s eyes stayed black before turning to regard his warriors again. “This is Katrina,” he spoke, his voice an icy whip that lashed through the training ground.
