Kyrra nodded her head in agreement. Vox’s conviction was so strong she didn’t know what to make of it at all. And was that a deep fear she saw in his eyes as he regarded her? Vox held his face in his palms for a few seconds. He looked up and looked in her eyes.
“I know you probably don’t think so, but everything’s gonna be alright, okay? Trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Then before Kyrra could even think of what answer to give back Vox stood up and went back to his own room. She was left wrestling with thoughts of what was happening to her, but even deeper on her mind was why Vox was so interested in taking care of her. Did he feel obligated because her father said he could stay at their apartment? She would have to talk to him in the morning because moments later sleep claimed her.
(This scene takes place in the early pages of the book, and reflects Kyrra’s fear from experiencing the beginning transformations she is to go through to become her true self… and no, this is not a vampire/werewolf or angels/demons story)
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