Chapter 22

PRECIOUS

“Calm down, Precious,” the voice whispered, sending calmness to my troubled body.

Slowly, the people started fading away until they became smokey, and I could feel strong hands all over my body.

“Wake up, it's just a dream, sugar,” a familiar voice whispered in my ears, his hand patting my arm gently. I couldn't tell whose voice it belonged to, so I opened my eyes to see Richmond's worried face close to mine. I really have to learn how to differentiate their voices; so far, it was only Nate's voice I could recognize.

I sighed then looked away, trying to prevent him from looking into my eyes. I didn't like that he was seeing me in my vulnerable state, especially after I intimidated him last night.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he said, his voice laden with care. His fingers touched my face, causing the hard walls I was trying hard to build to scatter.

I nodded, then sat up and rushed into his embrace. His rough hands caressed my back, and he whispered sweet little nothi