Hanna's POV
But as soon his eyes fell on my crying face, his face softened.
"Hanna," he muttered, "You scared me."
He came to pick me up, but I shrank away from his touch. "Don't," I managed to whisper. I didn't want him to touch me. His touch was lethal. I needed my space. I would fall under his spell again.
His face scrunched in disbelief. He looked confused, then sad. He moved away. "Please Hanna..."
"Go away," I muttered. Please, I added in my head.
He didn't say anything. He gave me one glance, then I was in his arms.
"Leave me!" I yelled. I was naked and my body was warming up with his touch.
"Just let me get you to the room." he pleaded. He took me in his room and laid me down on the bed. I shrunk away from him, pulling up the covers on me.
A look of raw
