"I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you." I breathed out.
Maybe I was becoming too soft and vulnerable but there was nothing else I could have done.
When my spy informed me that men had broken into her apartment, I felt my heart drop.
After losing my father and brother in a gruesome manner, I couldn't cope with the death of anyone close to me, especially not Mira.
The relief that flooded my veins when I found out that she was safe cannot be explained.
"I'm fine," she groaned, trying to get away from my hold.
I held her tighter.
The moment she stiffened in my arms, I thought she would push me away. That would've been typical Mira. She could be spiteful, stubborn, always ready to draw blood when she felt cornered. That was one of the many things I loved about her.
But then, slowly, I felt her melt. Just a fraction. Just enough for me to know she wasn't running. Not tonight at least.
