21. Fighting for you

Mallory

After resting for the rest of the morning, having a relaxing bath and a dish full of ramen, I put my sports leggings on and went towards the stairs.

I sucked some air in, trying to stick with my decision. I couldn’t stand being only a scarred and scared little hare anymore, I was sick of it. I was sick of being afraid and unable to help myself. I had to rise, to become at least able to protect Kemy and myself.

I could do it, step by step my legs moved down the stairs.

Daniel was already there, waiting for me and wearing a tight sleeveless shirt that marked all his chiseled muscles, his biceps exposed… and the grey pants really agreed with his amazing butt. I pushed my gaze away and gulped hard, I was gawking. I think I’ve never looked at a man and felt my mouth water before, normally I only felt my stomach getting queasy. But no one else had ever made my stomach less queasy than him.

Maybe it was the mate bond or the fact that he was gorgeous and sweet in his own way.

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