22. To be one

Mallory

After a long hot shower, I went back to Kemy’s room. Adrian was there, watching my sister and the werewolf. Henry was holding Kemy’s hand, his eyes on her. These weren’t the eyes of a tormentor or a monster, like the gazes that inhabited my nightmares. His eyes were tender, sweet. Although I didn’t trust him, I wasn’t blind to his dedication towards her either.

Was this love? I didn’t know. I was only used to tormenting gazes when it came to men. Except for Daniel’s gaze; I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, ever. That was clear, but I still couldn’t wave my fear, my stupid fear.

His gaze was pure encouragement, care, friendship and I ruined everything by kissing him. Mate or not, no one would want someone as broken as me. Too tainted, too marred, too damaged to be good to anyone.

I sat on the accent chair in front of Henry and sipped my tea slowly.

Gods, why did I kiss him? What was I thinking?

He didn’t want me. I couldn’t be with him, not even if he wanted to, not even if I wa