"Do I really have to go shopping? I don't feel like going out," Carmela protested as the car rolled to a halt in front of the mall.
With a faint smile, I cupped her face, searching her eyes for an answer that wasn't there. They were blank, unreadable.
"Are you scared?" I asked softly. I already knew the answer but I still asked. She sighed and looked away. Ever since she regained consciousness, she had been distant, avoiding conversations with me whenever she could. I had made her agree to be my wife for a year, but I hadn't mentioned the dangers that might come with it. Her reaction was understandable.
"You can stay by my side if you want. I just have to meet someone briefly, then we'll leave."
Her gaze snapped back to mine, troubled. "What if you get hurt because of me?"
I frowned, unsure what she meant, but she quickly rolled her eyes, slipping from my touch. "Call me when you're done," she said flatly, stepping out of the car.
