It was painful to admit her deepest fears, but Iris was glad she managed it. Once Kyro realized the truth, he would take a step back and let her leave. Her heart shuddered at the mere thought of it, but she wasn't selfish enough to ask him to tolerate something like her.
Even if there was no blood on her hands, they weren't human hands.
The next moment, she was crushed into a tight hug. "Can you not look down on me that much?" Kyro asked in her ear, his voice a whisper that sent a shudder down her back.
"Look down?" she squeaked out as her breathing went ragged. She didn't want to react to his closeness, but it wasn't within her control. His presence was like a personal drug, chasing away all the horrible thoughts and bringing unwarranted hope.
"Yes," he said while planting a light kiss on her cheek. "Do you think I fell in love with your family tree? Or an image of you I created for myself? I don't give a damn what others say, you're you and that's what matters."
