Bell stared at Galen with wide eyes.
Galen kept her gaze but said nothing.
Peter looked back and forth between them.
“So… I’m going to give you guys the room… Uhm… try to remember your calming techniques, Bell,” Peter said awkwardly as he left.
“What do you mean you tried to kill Ashleigh?” Bell asked carefully.
Galen licked his lips and looked away.
“I held a dagger in the air above her, preparing to run her through.”
Bell took a deep breath and then sat back down on the bed where she had been laying just a few moments earlier.
Knowing him, knowing the person he was, it was apparent there was a misunderstanding of some sort. She took a moment to calm her nerves and relax the reflexive panic at his words.
Bell pointed to the small stool.
“Sit,” she instructed.
Galen did as he was told.
“Move closer,” she said.
Galen rolled the stool so that he was sitting directly in front of her.
Bell took a deep breath and then looked at him.
