She's A Maid

I don’t know what stopped me–it was hard to tell, but my bets are on the terrified look in her big brown eyes as she stared at me… somewhat pleadingly. The fear in her eyes was as clear as crystal. I hated it. And how it made me feel. And so I pulled back from tugging on the sash that I knew she purposefully used to hide her face from me. Why she did that didn’t matter at the moment. All that mattered was that my mate was seated right in front of me. Scaring her was the last thing I wanted and considering the way she’s acted towards me the moment she stepped into my room, I knew she must have heard the rumors. I didn’t want to go about, confirming those fears of hers and so I released her from my hold. She backed away immediately. I didn’t make any move to stop her. Rushing to her feet and going back to stand on the stupid red line that separates me from anyone who comes into my room. Her reaction would have hurt if I wasn’t still drowning in my thoughts of whether this was real or no