Lucas' lips trembled slightly. The pressure radiating from Stella pressed down on him with such intensity that it nearly forced him into submission.
He could not explain the feeling clearly. There was no logical reason for it, yet every instinct in his body screamed danger.
His eyes remained fixed on her hand, watching every movement as though expecting something to happen at any moment.
Suddenly, memories from the night of the attack flashed through his mind. It felt as though he were watching a replay of an old recording.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was already on his feet. In a few quick strides, he crossed the distance separating them.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the couch beside her and gently patted her back. "Calm down," he said softly. "Calm down."
He repeated the words over and over again. Like a soothing chant, his voice remained low and gentle.
