Soul Connection

Chapter 37

Sansa's Pov

Hina returned her neck to its usual position and approached me with the grace of a fox on the prowl. I caught my breath, recalling the deep scar she had left on my wrist, a terrible memory that I kept hidden from others' prying eyes.

I had acquired a habit of being silent and steadfast in the face of violent storms, refusing to be swayed by the anxieties that gnawed at me. Acting strong in whatever scenario, no matter how terrified I was, had always been my fortress.

"You must have come to meet her," her honey-sweet voice resonated in the air.

She encircled me as if exploring the depths of my personality. Though outwardly small, the strength she possessed within herself was unrivaled; she was an enigma.

My hand moved slowly toward my jeans pocket, where I kept the revolver. I was about to draw it when she grabbed my wrist and easily stopped my movement as she stood on the bed to face me.

"There's no need to do that; it might frighten her," she remarked cryptica