Creed’s pov.
The moment I placed Cora on the bed she curled into a ball on her side and faced away from me.
I wished I could flip her about and get her to look at me, but she was already in such a fragile state, doing that would only make things a lot worse.
I silently cursed myself as I placed the blanket over her, I’d made a mistake agreeing to let her play that damn sport. Even though she tried to put on a brave face, I know otherwise, she gets scared rather easily. I’ve seen the way she reacts when I move a little too fast or talk a little too loud, which is why I’d adapted to only speaking in low tones and I approached her with only careful obvious movements.
I didn’t think that fast moving objects were also a no go area either. I wasn’t sure whether or not to blame this on my
