Her voice laced with fear and agony. She tried to look brave, as if she could take the world head on, but Khaos could see through her façade, where behind the feral beast that he saw earlier, was a little girl who had gone through so much.
She was scared.
And it reminded him of little Zuri, who was hugging herself under the maple tree in the middle of cold night.
"I swear, I am not crazy." She shook her head, trying to convince him.
Zuri knew she would crumble if Khaos said the word. Everyone around her called her with that name to the point she believed them, but if Khaos said it too, she didn't think there was no way back for her.
If the word came from his mouth, she knew it was final. She was indeed crazy. Something was not right with her head, just like what they said.
"I know." Khaos leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You are not crazy."
