Chapter 8 Charisma Pov

• I feel him beside me, moving restlessly and slowly my eyes flutter open. I can see him writhing on the bed, sweat beading on his brow. I take a deep breath and then slowly, reach over, to touch him on the shoulder, trying to waken him from what I suspect is a nightmare. In response, he lashes out, punching me hard in the face and hitting me directly on the nose, causing it to break as I let out a cry of pain, scrambling quickly off the bed. The sound of my voice halts him, and he forces his eyes open, while I clutch at my nose feeling the blood trickle down my chin.
• His eyes widen. He looks panicked. Before I can assure him that I’m okay, for I have broken my nose more times than I can count, through training and battle, he begins to automatically get on his knees, bowing his head and wringing his hands. I realize what he’s after. He’s begging silently for forgiveness, and it hurts me more than I can bear. I push my nose back into place and then wipe the blood off with a rag sitting nearby and then strode over to him, feeling desperation warring through me.
• “Get up” I said loudly, gripping him underneath the arm and hoisting him to his feet.