Eighteen

“Wh…what are you doing?” Kyra whisper yelled as she began to struggle in Anton’s arms almost immediately.

“Hey, relax. You were having a panic attack, and I was trying to stop it.” Anton whispered, still holding her tightly against him and refusing to release her for fear that she would fall to the floor of the carriage and injure herself.

“By carrying me in your arms?” Kyra looked at him like he had grown a horn in his head. His logic made no sense to her. “You believe that carrying me in your arms while I’m having a panic attack would stop it?” She was stupefied.

“It stopped the panic attack, didn’t it? I don’t see you looking like you are about to have your last breath again.” Anton said as he stared down at her squarely.

Kyra was rendered speechless, but his words were correct. Her panic attack that came from the fact that she was suddenly scared of getting down from the carriage and following him to attend the party vanished when he dragged her into his arms.

“You think it stoppe