His fingers tightened slightly, not painfully. But I knew if I continued to pull away from that hold, it would get painful, and it would have been all my fault for fighting a Master. I sighed internally and forced myself to not let his beautiful deep eyes drag me into them again.
“You don't look fine, Bethany," he commented, his piercing eyes not missing a thing.
“I am. My friend Lori and I are out celebrating tonight. I'm just a bit tired," I explained, then winced when I realized the error of my words.
I had meant not to show any signs of weakness to him. I knew his instinctive need to take care of me would pop up, and he would not leave me alone after that.
“It's more than that," he stated as his eyes searched my face inch by inch.
I tried hard to bury my feelings of claustrophob
