Serena turned around fully this time and raised a brow. She leaned against the windowsill, her back pressing into the cool stone as her arms crossed loosely over her middle. "Scared?"
"Yes," he echoed. "I was scared."
Darius clenched and unclenched his fists before shoving his hands into his pockets. His eyes darted away from hers, down to the floor, then to the far wall as if it held the words he struggled to find. "I haven't been completely honest with you. It's been eating at me but…"
The man sighed and looked back at her and ran his hands through his hair. "I care about you and I care what you think about me. I trust you."
He took a step forward and placed his hands at his back. He remembered after coming back from the Moonseeker how he introduced himself, like she was meeting him anew. He felt horrible about all this. A few hours ago, he was on his knees next to her, then the next thing, he had morphed his fear into irritation and projected it on her.
"Really?"
