Chapter 79: Palm Of Your Hands
Ghost chuckled at the tiny creature’s statement. She seemed to be so concerned about keeping things in a balance when she was pure chaos.
"What is your name?" he asked, his back pressed against the door. Locking the two of them in a bedroom was not the smartest thing he had ever done. The draw he had to her was not just physical... it was all-consuming.
He had never felt anything like it before. It wasn’t that he wanted her to fall at his feet and do whatever it was that he wanted... he wanted to be the one at her feet. To stand by her side in a way that he never thought was in his nature.
He wanted to ease her burdens, to tear apart her enemies, and make her smile.
"My name?" asked the enchanting creature, raising a single eyebrow. She looked so young that it tore Etienne apart. Every time she shifted, he could see her collar bones protruding from her skin, and he was sure that her ribs and hips would be in that same state.
But her milky white eyes spoke volumes about the life she had lived before. She was an old soul, and he wanted to shield her from everything.
"Please," nodded Etienne. "My mother named me Etienne Marchand, but the rest here call me Ghost. In fact, I don’t know a single person who calls me by my given name."
"Etienne," the woman repeated, moving her mouth as if she was tasting the word. "I like it. My mother called me Hagatha Lucinda LaRue, but I go by Hattie."
Ghost nodded his head, clenching his fists so that he didn’t give in to the need to reach out and touch her. He knew the second he gave into that temptation, he was done for.