Isabella, right now you have to start trusting me. There is no time for questions.
His firm, quick hold on my arm drove me more into the darkness. Only felt the tension in his words; I could not see his face, so it cut through me like a razor. It didn't help that my heart was hammering in my ears, that my head was still whirling, and that the man I had just spent so much time avoiding was now my only lifeline.
The fact was that I was both afraid and enraged, although I should have been neither. I too had no idea whether one was worse.
Trust you, then? With the icy floor sticky under my bare feet, my voice quitched as I battled to match his pace. "How am I meant to accomplish that when you have been keeping things from me, when—"
I cut myself off as he whirled to meet me. I stopped as his eyes burned with a raw desperation I had never seen before. It momentarily made everything else come apart.
