53.

Daya

I could hear my own pulse banging so wildly inside my entire body, from the tips of my fingers and all the way to the very center of my chest as I widely stared, unblinking at the raven-haired male sitting so casually on the very table I had almost lost my soul only a few days ago, that vivid memory still clinging so tightly against my mind, vehemently refusing to give me peace whatsoever.

That face...Those frightening and hollow eyes...

The painful echo of my own desperate wails...

The sight of my own blood...

Red...Red...

“Red,”

Rapidly blinking a few times I quickly snapped back to reality, my gaze refocusing back on Raphael.

“It’s okay, come here,”

I warily eyed his outstretched hand, my gaze trailing back to that beautifully angelic face, looking at the way those perfect lips curled into a kind and genuine smile and the way his dark brown and warm eyes gazed right into my own as he calmly waited.

“Come on, it’s okay. You’ll be safe. I promise,” He gently beckoned, feeling my