Caleb stared at her for two seconds before finally saying, “Well, if you insist…”
Before any of us could react, he suddenly pulled me into his room and slammed the door shut.
“Caleb! How can you do this to me?” Janiya was so angry that she banged her fists on the door. “Open this door! Now!”
Ignoring her shouts, Caleb sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said helplessly.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“I disagree.” Caleb looked up at me playfully. “Janiya’s guarding the door, and I’m here with you. The killer can’t get to you now.”
“But”
“ALL right, fine. I’ll take care of Janiya. Go wash up and get some rest. I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.” Caleb didn’t give me a chance to refuse.
I sighed in defeat. He had a point; there was no other solution for now. I had to listen to him and get ready for bed.
I drew a bath. The steam and warm yellow Light made me gradually relax. I started to reflect on how Caleb had saved my life today.
I didn’t know how to describe what I felt-it was mostly just confusion.
My Life had never been easy. After my mother passed away, my father had been very cold to me. Only Vicky ever loved and took good care of me. But later, she died a miserable death as I was escaping the pack. Since then, I had been completely alone.
Over the past few years, even though I had Elena, I still struggled on my own. When the assassin came to kill me earlier tonight, I thought I would die alone.
But when I was at my most desperate moment, Caleb saved me.
He protected me without hesitation.
Somehow, I felt that something had changed.
Debra’s POV:
Deep in thought, I lost track of time and soaked in the tub for longer than I intended to.
By the time I got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, Caleb had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
Well, at least he wouldn’t pester me tonight. I glanced at him and seeing that he was curled into a ball, I put a blanket on top of him.
Then I went back to the bedroom. I was exhausted, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
I dreamed that the bright sun in the sky was blotted out by dark clouds. The harsh wind blew at the trees, whipping through its branches and leaves. My father was standing in front of me, towering over me domineeringly.
