Chapter Nineteen. Mars
I watch as Davina puts the glass of wine to her lips and takes a sip. I don’t know where to start. Do I ask her questions about her life, or do I talk about the elephant in the room, the reason I ran the night I found her? I know I need to have a conversation about me being a werewolf, but I think I need to leave that for a later date. It will be too much for her to handle right now. I can feel her confusion and fear coming off her in waves. I guess I should begin with myself, and then hopefully she will understand why I did what I did, and we can go from there.
“When I said I ran away from you, it was about me, not you. I think I should explain what has happened, to help you understand why I let fear take over, and why now, that will not happen again,” I began.
