“What are you feeling right now?" he asks softly.
My breathing escalates. "Confined."
"Trapped?" he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don't.
I feel... safe.
Protected.
Treasured.
"One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison," he murmurs roughly. "You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I'm not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.”
―
H.D. Carlton,
Haunting Adeline