 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
While Helena would have been conversing somewhat with this man, she was not prepared for the hand being placed over hers. She flinched violently and snatched her hand away. “Get away!’’ she screeched, snatching up her drawing and clutching it to her chest as though it would shield her from him. If he aimed to placate Helena, he would have to move slower.
A lot slower.
As it was at the moment, Helena was wondering if it would be right to trust him. Did he really intend to take her to her home? To a garden of gorgeous flowers? She stared hard at him, trying to pry the truth from him by reading his facial expressions. |