Sophia
Shocked to my core about what I just witnessed with Blaze and his demon, creepy child, sister that does not look like him at all, I eventually start sobbing in my mate’s arms, unable to keep my emotions under control. It’s the whole cocoon of safety, due to our mate bond, that I feel when Michael holds me, that makes me start spilling the beans to him, though I know I shouldn't. But it does feel good to let a little out. A small, rational side of my mind knows that what I am saying means absolutely nothing to Michael and can be counted as gibberish, yet I still feel the need to vent. The fact that I saw genuine concern for my well being on his face, makes Michael my knight in shiny armour at the moment. And who knew I needed one?
I relish in the comforting embrace as Michael takes
