Chapter 12

Cirilla's point of view

'Get away from me!!!'

I was startled by his words. I felt a knot tighten my chest in pain.It was unbelievable how those words clung to my thoughts and wouldn't let go. His voice was pleading and it held so much pain. But he refused to gaze at me. He had jerked away from my touch like I was some kind of lethal poison that could possibly harm him, even worse kill him. Even when Stefan and Wren had rushed to his side and helped him out of the dancefloor, he still wouldn't look at me. It was frustrating and I hated myself more for still thinking about him. I can't seem to pry him out of my thoughts.

Sighing, I focussed my attention on the punching bag in front of me in the training area. I resumed my punches on the bag, unable to quell my rage, frustration and confusion. No matter how hard I thought about it, no matter how much i tried to understand him, I still didn't get him at all. And it was infuriating. The fact that everything ab