Chapter 129: a song of hearts
Her voice was faint, barely hearable. It came out shaken, husky and full of fear and doubts. Elisabeth’s head was bent down, hiding her from Xavier’s fiery looks. Her whole body had closed into itself like a shell, seeking the comfort of silence and loneliness. She hated herself at this moment. She hated her life and all of her insecurities; especially she hated this wolf who forced her towards things that she didn’t want to do. Her broken alphabet as well as her edgy words seemed like a gouged sword displayed in the hands of a warrior. Her voice came rough, hard like a broken record. Sending you the illusion of an old and one foot into the grave woman. However her voice had come like a song to the man in front of her.
