"At this time, we would require privacy," Nikolas said calmly to the crowd of reporters,while resting his palm lightly on the small of her back.
Selene couldn't move. The moment they came out of the building, they were immediately swarmed with reporters who pushed in from every angle.
It was way more intense than she had expected.
Her heart rate spiked. Cameras flashed in her face, and voices shouted questions from all directions.
The only reason she could still maintain her was because of Nikolas. His hand had not left her back since they stepped out, his presence steady,grounding her.
He would often lean down from time to time, whispering soft words of reassurance that somehow cut through the chaos.
He had also kept his cool,answering the many questions thrown at him with composed ease, especially those particularly about Austin. Now they were heading to the car, but the press was relentless.
