Chapter Sixty Eight

The seat is a comfortable settee, grey in colour and plush to sit on but that doesn't help at all with the unease I feel. Now that I'm here, in front of a whole media team, with the camera rolling in my face and their attentions fully on me, I finally begin to doubt if this was really the best course of action. Baxter on the other hand is suddenly repackaged into a three piece black suit that fits his frame perfectly. He's sat in front of me, giving a few last minute orders before the cameras officially start rolling in. When he's done, he turns to me and lightly grazes his palm over mine. I allow myself to look into his beautiful eyes.

"Are you okay?". He asks. In this moment, it's quite easy to forget that he's just like every other person here, bloodsucking and information hungry. In this moment, he really makes me feel like I could pour out my mind to him and I can't even tell if that's really his personality or just an effect of the job. Regardless, I tell myself I can't let myse