XLIX. Safe

If I could just snap my fingers and wake up from this nightmare.

I have never been so terrified for myself or others. Perhaps it's my fault. I didn't want the attachment. Attachment means physical and emotional responsibility. It means you have to fully giving yourself to someone became you trusted them to take care of yours and they trusted you to do the same. It'll mean my childhood all over again.

I've never been so scared for a stranger jumping out of nowhere to save me.

That would mean I would be responsible for his life if he's still alive after that single shot went off.

I lay unmoving trying to feel every part of my body. At my peripheral vision, I saw Killiad pounding the glass wall mercilessly. He looked tortured, defeated, and scared out of his wits.

If he could just look in my direction.

My breath caught when then the muscled stranger groaned, a grimace marring his handsome face. He's tall, big, dark, and handsome. He's like the