Good Girl

We reached home in forty minutes and my heart was pounding as I went into the house, without saying a word to Azriel. I noticed Wyatt standing against the window alone in the dark living room. He was wearing an all-dark office outfit and he exuded power. He glanced at me coldly as I walked towards him. I stopped in front of him,

" hey," I reached my hands to touch him but he tilted his head so I shouldn't. Why was he so mad at me?

" Why did you go with him?"

His tone was cold.

" I was doing nothing at home and I insisted on going with him,"

" Where?"

" At the western border,"

Crack. A glass he was holding cracks in his hands while he didn't even flinch.

" He fucking took you to the border knowing how dangerous it is!" Wyatt yells, throwing the shuddered pieces of glass. I took his hands.

" You're bleeding," I stood up and rushed to the kitchen, asking the first servant I saw to give me a bandage and something to clean the wound with.

I led Wyatt to sit on the sofa and