ThirtyThree

Ashira's POV "Stolen?" Aiden's voice is deep and full. I can sense confusion in it and Im not sure but I heard a slight anger. His eyes are darted at mine that made me feel intimidated, somehow. I gulped and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I can't understand how he affects me. It's pleasurable but also frightening. In a good way though. I hesitantly nodded my head, suddenly out of words. "What do you mean?" he asked again with the same tone. I can't read what he's thinking but I'm sure he's not happy with the flow of our conversation. His gaze made me drown in fear, not to him, but to the way I felt from it. He's displeased with the information and I can feel it. It's like he's being angered by the thought but he's also suppressing himself. I don't understand but I tried to waive the thoughts and continued speaking. "Being a stealer is not just about stealing mate of another. I, as a stealer, can be stolen. Snatched away from you." He shifted. "Who would dare steal from me