112: Werewolf

BLAIR

I turned so fast I almost tripped. I flail my arms, trying to catch onto something. Again, I didn’t reach the floor as Lucian was already by my side, his arms around me and tugging me against him.

“When did you become so clumsy?” He asks, his voice soft.

I went even more stiff if that is possible. It was surprising my heart was still beating. And then everything stopped. Including my breathing and heartbeat. It seems, it is all just in my head.

“Blair, I…” Lucian lets go of me and moves to the side, putting a bit of distance between us.

I finally felt like I could breathe again. And I took advantage of that by inhaling a very much needed breath.

Lucian moves further back. I couldn’t tell the expression on his face but he looked hurt. How does that even make sense?

If anyone was supposed to feel anything. It is me! I was the one who was lied to, lured into this marriage.

“You look scared.” He comments.

I wanted to say, no shit Sherlock. But I couldn’t bring myself to move my mout