Kyra’s POV
"W-What do you want from me?" The little girl's voice trembled, her small body shaking with terror. Tears streamed down her face as she stared into the darkness where the scary monster lurked.
That girl was me. At twelve years old, I'd been taken by rogues—left in a pitch-black cellar for three days before my father's warriors found me.
The sudden darkness brought that horrible memory back to me and I couldn't help shivering."P...Please, le...let me go."
"Kels…Kels, look at me. I'm here. I'm here for you."A calloused hand cradled my face, wiping away tears.
I felt the voice was kind of familiar but my eyes couldn't focus. The cruel laughter still lingered in my mind. I felt the air getting thinner and I couldn't catch my breath.
The next moment, I felt one's soft lips on mine. So gentle, so warm, and comforting.
It’s Nathan. His minty scent wrapped around me.I felt secure. I felt comforted before I completely lost consciousness.
