Chapter 393: A Qualm Of Fear.
Nicklaus blinked in surprise. He watched Arissa turn away from him. She seemed to be giving up on them and it boiled him from inside.
"Arissa, stop this," Nicklaus shunned her. He caught hold of her right wrist and spun her back in his direction, forcing her to face him again.
He held both sides of her arms firmly, "This isn’t important. It isn’t your fault you keep on having crazy unrealistic nightmares. What I care about is you and not what you’ll become,"
Arissa searched his eyes, "This nightmare is very important, Nicklaus," she argued, "Your mother made you suffer a lot and I can’t imagine myself doing the same. The world we find ourselves involves crime and who knows what I might be forced to do to you," visible dear ruled Arissa.
It clouded her eyes and controlled her whole body language.
Nicklaus’s grip on Arissa’s arms tightened, "You are nothing like my mother," he yelled at her face, "I don’t want to know what you might be forced to do to be safe. If you have to do anything to be safe, do it. Do not bat an eyelid and do it... even if it will hurt me,"
Arissa stiffened. Her chest tightened and words left her mouth. Her eyes turned red and more tears rolled out.
Nicklaus went on, "I want you to always remain safe,"
"No Nick," Arissa shook her head. She stared down at the floor and snort escaped her nose, "No, please don’t say something like that. I don’t want you saying_"