She was content to hear him admit what already showed in his eyes. Truth was she had missed him too, but unlike him she would not confess to it unless he asked.
Like child finding a stash of candy, the yearling's face lit up, the curves of her lips uncocniously twisting in a pleased smile that made her delicate features come together in perfect symmetry, like a porcelain doll.
To be honest, she kind of felt like one too.
Though she felt little dents and fissures cover her body, she now felt the pieces had slided back into place, using his icy eyes as glue.
The first time had felt herself break, had been the day her father had died of course; the second time had been when her idolatrized Queen had crumbled, along with the empire Cara in one way or another had helped to build. TAnother deep gash was left in her heart, and if her face, when she lost the throne to Jinx's murderer, and now again as she turned in the broken crown that had weighted in her head for so long, yet so briefly.
"I am not Alpha anymore" she barked flatly, a stingy flavour running down her esophagus before piercing her chest and fracturing another segment of her porcelain heart .
Crack!
It was still hard to admit and to accept -- and it probably would be forever -- but she had ultimately made up her mind about it.
Now, she wished she could make him understand her reasons, and more hopefully agree with them.