~ CASIMIR ~
I stood there, gaping, as my mate, my wife, the mother of my child, cursed under her breath, then stormed away.
I snapped my fingers at Sven, and two other guards and sent them after her, but I still didn't go back into the dining room. I waited, watching, as they surrounded her while she stomped down the hall.
And my chest got tighter and tighter with every step she took without looking back at me.
I just need some space, Cazz-you remember what that feels like, right?
I did. I remembered exactly how that felt. And it terrified me. Because I needed space like that when I'd cared about her but didn't want to and it was too hard to be close. When being vulnerable to her felt like a noose tightening slowly around my neck.
And that's how she was feeling now?
