Freya
He is here,
My violet eyes,
I feel shy and bold,
With both tears and smiles.
Xander was angel. How do I know, because I freaking loved the guy but besides that a vaccum filled in my whole and when I breath in I realise it was with utter ease; I know because my protector, my appointed guardian was back.
But he was not back yet and that made me anxious, fidgety and crazy. I paced in the drawing with my mother and sister on alert watching me like I was some insane person, or a ticking bomb about to explode.
The door bell rang but I knew it was not Xander, I can almost feel him when he is this close. It’s the guardian-human bond thing.
So when the door opened I inhaled sharply, feeling angry and hurt.
Martin stood there, looking guilty as he should.
“You.” I spat the words at
