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has time to change his mind, he blurts out, “I don’t want you going back to the cabin, it’s too secluded, and that makes it dangerous.”
Raina stops walking and swallows her desire to tell him that she would stay with him forever if he just wanted her. Meeting his gaze over the hood of the jeep, she replies wistfully, sorrow darkening her jade eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t be dating again anytime soon.” She opens the door and slips inside, the cold leather of the seat matching the coldness gripping her heart.
Pain slices through Kas’ soul. He deflates at how her understanding of dating correlates with physical harm. The ride back home is quiet, with just polite pleasantries being exchanged. The silence is deafening as Raina stares out the side window so lost in thought that she sees nothing of the beautiful scenery. Stealing glances at her, Kas longs to pull her into his arms and kiss away the pain and sadness. He feels shamefully inept. He is sitting less than two feet away from her, but her emotions are untouchable, wrapped up so tightly and locked worlds away in the impenetrable fortress she has built, unknowingly making herself her own prisoner. The solace of the moonlit night does nothing to ease the desolation dominating both of their hearts.
The fierceness of Kas’ grip on the steering wheel causes prickly sensations to dance like hot needles through his fingers before they grow numb from the punishing grasp. His need to relieve the despair she desperately tries to hide attacks and seizes his entire being. His vigilance to protect her, to posses her, to heal her, drives him nearly mad with grief as his futile sense of debilitation drowns his spirit in the incensing ignorance of not knowing what to do to break through her condemning barriers and rescue her.
Later that night , Raina crawls into bed and wraps the comforter tightly around her, loneliness stirring a despairing emptiness stronger than she has ever felt.
Rain pattering against the window awakens Raina. She throws the covers off and slides out of bed, refusing to let unrequited emotions ruin the last few days she has with Kas. She decides she is going to cook a huge breakfast as a thank you for their evening last night. She flips the lights on, illuminating the kitchen in fluorescent brightness. When she reaches to get the glasses down from the cabinet, she stretches too far, causing fire to tear through her burning ribs. Shocked by the unexpected shot of agony, she cries out in pain. One of the glasses slips from her grasp, falling to the floor, sending dozens of sharp shards scattering across the wood. Raina ignores the pain and drops to her knees, quickly picking up the broken glass.
Kas’ heart pounds through his chest when Raina’s cry tears him out of his troubled slumber, and he hears something shatter. Not taking the time to put on his shirt, he runs into the kitchen and sees Raina kneeling on the floor, cleaning up broken glass with her bare hands. He is about to tell her to stop when bright red liquid oozes from her finger as one of the jagged shards slices her, causing blood to drip onto the floor. Raina looks up just in time to see Kas quickly coming towards her, and her stomach ties into a million tight knots.
Kneeling down beside Raina, Kas reaches to grab the towel from the counter above her. He stops short when she throws her hand up, turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut, instinctively protecting herself from a blow that he would never have administered.
Rage runs rampant inside of him. He wishes he could maim the men responsible for causing her to have such an ingrained defensive reaction.
Kas focuses on reining in his rage, not wanting to scare Raina anymore than she already is. Sitting back on his heels, he gives her some space before he tells her in as much of a calming tone as he can manage at the moment, “You will find out that I’m not like them. I won’t punish you for having an accident, and
Raina stops walking and swallows her desire to tell him that she would stay with him forever if he just wanted her. Meeting his gaze over the hood of the jeep, she replies wistfully, sorrow darkening her jade eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t be dating again anytime soon.” She opens the door and slips inside, the cold leather of the seat matching the coldness gripping her heart.
Pain slices through Kas’ soul. He deflates at how her understanding of dating correlates with physical harm. The ride back home is quiet, with just polite pleasantries being exchanged. The silence is deafening as Raina stares out the side window so lost in thought that she sees nothing of the beautiful scenery. Stealing glances at her, Kas longs to pull her into his arms and kiss away the pain and sadness. He feels shamefully inept. He is sitting less than two feet away from her, but her emotions are untouchable, wrapped up so tightly and locked worlds away in the impenetrable fortress she has built, unknowingly making herself her own prisoner. The solace of the moonlit night does nothing to ease the desolation dominating both of their hearts.
The fierceness of Kas’ grip on the steering wheel causes prickly sensations to dance like hot needles through his fingers before they grow numb from the punishing grasp. His need to relieve the despair she desperately tries to hide attacks and seizes his entire being. His vigilance to protect her, to posses her, to heal her, drives him nearly mad with grief as his futile sense of debilitation drowns his spirit in the incensing ignorance of not knowing what to do to break through her condemning barriers and rescue her.
Later that night , Raina crawls into bed and wraps the comforter tightly around her, loneliness stirring a despairing emptiness stronger than she has ever felt.
Rain pattering against the window awakens Raina. She throws the covers off and slides out of bed, refusing to let unrequited emotions ruin the last few days she has with Kas. She decides she is going to cook a huge breakfast as a thank you for their evening last night. She flips the lights on, illuminating the kitchen in fluorescent brightness. When she reaches to get the glasses down from the cabinet, she stretches too far, causing fire to tear through her burning ribs. Shocked by the unexpected shot of agony, she cries out in pain. One of the glasses slips from her grasp, falling to the floor, sending dozens of sharp shards scattering across the wood. Raina ignores the pain and drops to her knees, quickly picking up the broken glass.
Kas’ heart pounds through his chest when Raina’s cry tears him out of his troubled slumber, and he hears something shatter. Not taking the time to put on his shirt, he runs into the kitchen and sees Raina kneeling on the floor, cleaning up broken glass with her bare hands. He is about to tell her to stop when bright red liquid oozes from her finger as one of the jagged shards slices her, causing blood to drip onto the floor. Raina looks up just in time to see Kas quickly coming towards her, and her stomach ties into a million tight knots.
Kneeling down beside Raina, Kas reaches to grab the towel from the counter above her. He stops short when she throws her hand up, turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut, instinctively protecting herself from a blow that he would never have administered.
Rage runs rampant inside of him. He wishes he could maim the men responsible for causing her to have such an ingrained defensive reaction.
Kas focuses on reining in his rage, not wanting to scare Raina anymore than she already is. Sitting back on his heels, he gives her some space before he tells her in as much of a calming tone as he can manage at the moment, “You will find out that I’m not like them. I won’t punish you for having an accident, and
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