"Are you okay?" Felix asked, resting two hands on my shoulders and rubbing his thumbs against them to give me some comfort. He must have noticed that I felt scared back there; that was the reason why he snatched away the kitchen knife from Skye. He was rubbing his warm hands against my skin and then eventually wrapping his strong arms around my small body. "I'm sorry; this isn't what I wanted to happen. I did not think she would come here, I promise. I'm very sorry."
I shook my head and gently pushed him away. "It's fine; you've done nothing wrong." I raised my head up to ask him a question. "What do you mean you did not think she'd be coming? Did she not tell you?" I trailed off my sentence, then sat down on the couch with my fingers interlocked with each other. Felix stood in front of me with a confused expression on his face as he looked down at me.
"What is it, Tazanna?"
