I furrow my brows, confused. "Who? What truth?"
"Seth. He is Prince Asher's wolf. He is the spell gone wrong."
The ground slips from beneath my feet as I stare at Cyrus wide-eyed.
"I need to sit down for this." I mumble, my eyes wide and looking around frantically.
"You are sat, baby." Cyrus gestures to the windowsill.
"Well, it was a metaphor." I glare up at him.
A small guilty smile tugs up at the corner of his lips, and he strokes my face. "Breathe, baby. I know it's a lot to take."
I feel him pressing a kiss to my forehead before I force myself to calm down.
"I want to hear more from the start. Don't leave out anything." I point my finger at him, and he just bites it.
I pull it away with a hiss and glare at him. He just smirks before he picks me up again and sits down on the chair. He sits me on his lap sideways, his arms enclosing around my waist tightly.
"It's important we are clinging to each other when I tell you the story." He nods his head seriously.
