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."
?" 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. "
" she finally mumbled into his chest. "Please, Gabriel
Stay with me.""
?" was all he could manage.She looked up at