The wild look in her eyes makes worry pour into my heart, and not knowing how to calm her down, I do the only thing I can think of. I step forward and wrap my arms around her, squashing her to my chest.
“Let g-go,” she cries as she strains against my hold.
I practically engulf her body with mine, and knowing I’ll hurt her if I tighten my arms to keep her from breaking free, I say, “Please stop. Just for a minute. Catch your breath.”
Aurora’s fingers fist in my shirt, and her body convulses as a silent cry rips through her.
The sight brings me to my knees, and I slump down onto the polished tiles, pulling her into my lap so I can cradle her.
“Just breathe,moy malen'kiy olen'.”
Finally, she stops struggling, and I feel the fight drain from her body as she leans against me.
“Good,” I praise her. “Let me just hold you.”
Christ, will I be able to let her go?
Every time something happens to her, I lose my shit.
How long will I keep lying to myself? Yes, we’re enemies, but I can’t make my heart stop caring about her.
Caring?
Ha, you passed caring weeks ago.
My arms tighten around her, and I press my mouth to her hair, taking a deep breath of her floral scent.
Fuck.
Chapter 17
Aurora
I’ve had enough of this place.
I tried. I really did. But this is insane.
I can’t deal with all the fighting.
While Misha hates me, my feelings keep growing for him, and it’s just becoming too much to deal with.
And I definitely can’t stand being locked in a crate again.
I’m done.
When I push away from Misha and climb to my feet, he asks, “Do you feel better?”
My eyes snap to his as he rises to his full height. I’m confused as hell when I see concern on his face.
Shaking my head, I mutter, “I thought you didn’t care.”
He just stares at me, and it makes my already worn emotions spiral back into chaos.
I lose my shit and scream, “What am I doing here, Misha?” I throw my hands in the air. “You’ve treated me like shit since I got here. You’ve threatened me, and let's not forget, you practically strangled me.” I shake my head at him, my eyebrows drawing together. “Why are you doing this?”
Again he just stares at me, but the expression on his face tightens while his eyes fill with emotion.
Desperately I shake my head. “No.” I take a step back. “Don’t you dare look at me like that.”