"Are you really sure about this?" Carlisle asked for what seemed to me was the fifth time, shutting the door of his room behind him. He was staring at me like I was some mad woman. His eyes were strikingly bluer than ever.
After I'd sent the door of the New York Sanctum flying open, Carlisle had brought me to his room. Presumably, to talk me out of my decision. I knew that that's what he was trying to accomplish even though I hadn't told him what I wanted to do in Tel Aviv.
The sound of my own ragged breathing filled the emptiness of the air as I stared back at Carlisle's ocean eyes. A moon ago, the same curly-haired guy didn't give a crap about what I did with my life, now, Goldilocks was looking out for me. It felt weird. "I am sure, Carlisle," I managed to break my own silence. "I h
