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The Dance Ch 8Her sensitive hearing could pick up the whispers around them as they walked through the crowd. She looked at all the men and women glancing at her and talking to each other. Her face burned and she forced her eyes to the ground. She wanted to cry right now. Cry and run away. This was too embarrassing for her. No doubt it was the scars devouring her back that caused the gossip to fly through the building like the red across her face. Her footsteps were light, her body flighty.
Khat sensed the edge in the girl as she walked at his side. A smile he didn't notice slid across his lips at her timidness. He reached over and wrapped his hand around hers. She jumped at the touch, her eyes flying to Khat's face. He didn't look down at her, just kept his head held high and eyes foreword.
"Gabrielle?" she asked near a whisper.
She was unsure of his hand on hers, but couldn't bring herself to pull away as she has done to every other man. For some reason she liked the feel of her hand in his. When h
The Dance chapter 7All Khat could do was keep his arms secured around the girl's small frame. She was shaking so badly he thought she would go into convulsions.
"Calm down " he cooed to her. "It's going to be okay."
She sniffled at those words. "How can you say that so easily? How can you be so sure of it ?"
He tightened his grip ever so slightly, trying not to scare her any more than she already was. He couldn't answer her. He didn't know how and he feared giving her the wrong answer. As he racked his brain for a way to answer her uncertainty, he was startled when her hands slid from his chest to his back. Her hands still trembled, but they clung to his jacket for dear life.
" Faolan ?" he asked her, confused by her movements.
She tightened her grip on his jacket, and pulled herself to him tighter than his own arms held her. " please " she finally mumbled into his chest. "Please, Gabriel Stay with me."
" What ?" was all he could manage.
She looked up at
The Dance chapter 6He liked the feel of her in his arms; even more so now because she had finally come to relax in them. She did not tremble. She did not feel as stiff as a statue. She did not hold her breath. She was soft and small in his possession, but it did not last long. Her tension returned, but only slightly; and the trembling that was so evident before was shadowing its presence again.
" Gabriel?" she spoke with uncertainty.
"Yes, ma petite Cherie?" he hummed, attempting to ease her fear.
Her response caught him off guard. "For what? You did nothing wrong."
"But I almost did " she mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear.
"What do you mean?"
She was silent for a moment as she gripped his suit-jacket tightly. "I'm a monster." she finally answered.
At this he couldn't help but chuckle. "No, you're not."
"But, I am "
"Ma petite Cherie, you are most definitely not a monster."
She looked up at him. "Yes, I am. I'm horrible!"
He chuckled again at her insistence. "I assure
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