MALACHI’s POV.

Ask me why I put my own life in danger shielding her from the incoming truck and I won’t be able to give you an explanation. Ask me why I was able to know she was on heat and go to help her and I will still give the same bland explanation of not knowing.

It happened about three weeks back. I had attended one of her father’s fashion shows and I couldn’t help but notice her.

That day she was putting on a pair of white long sleeve shirts which were neatly tucked into a jean pant. Her natural silver hair was pulled up in a bun....