CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE-A reason to be afraid

Blaire:

I didn't know what to expect the moment I let myself swallow my fate and pride and knock on the door.

But I definitely did not expect the next line of words that had just left his mouth to actually come from him. His tone was anything but soothing and harmless; rather, it set free the panic in my chest.

I was turning white just by hearing his approaching steps, which did nothing but quicken my heart rate.

However, now I could barely breathe properly because he was standing right before me with his husky voice sifting through my ears. I tightened my grip on the warm handle, which had now turned cold at my nervousness, as he gently trailed a finger down my face with intense eyes, boring a hole in my soul.

When the door opened to reveal the man behind my anxiety, he stood casually behind it with his eyes blinking at me. His jet-black hair was sitting on his shoulder in tousled waves, framing his chiseled face that stared at me. The strong scent of sandalwood and masculinity sittin