#Chapter7

Sophie Esinberg's POV

He held my gaze for a long time. He was struggling with something. His eyes were gleaming, he was thinking too much for my liking. He finally held me by my both arms. I sensed his hands were trembling a little. I almost hissed at the contact of his cold hands with my arms. He was nervous I could tell. But about what?   

"Promise me this Soaf, you will BELIEVE me." he said while stressing the word 'believe'. He was happy about this but nervous at the same time. His actions were confusing me even more.

"I'll try my best" A smile formed on his lips...