Mathilda
"Mathilda…" Cahill calls my name when he closes the door shut behind him.
I hate the fact that it sounds just like the way he calls me before he hurt me.
"I think we should be formal here, addressing me by name doesn't seem so good, your mate might go crazy if she finds out. So I'll prefer you address me as Luna," I have no idea what I'm saying right now. I can't think straight when I can feel his presence, knowing his eyes are on me.
"Look at me, Mathilda.." he says softly. But I don't. He has no right to ask me about this. Or anything!
"Say what you want and leave," I say in fulmination.
There's no statement from Cahill, it seems my words are stinging him more than normal.
Confusion stuns my brain when he comes to my back and hugs me from behind, burying his head in the crook of my neck as if in need of comfort.
