Demi's pov
"Are you alright sweetheart?"
The blue-eyed stranger spoke, his voice gave a homely feel as he purposefully drew me closer with his arms, his eyes searching my entire being for any signs of hurt, "You look shaken."
I only stared at him still in shock from the hit.
“Are you alright?” His voice had gotten graver as he gazed upon my bad arm and the wounds I had on my fingers.
I silently expressed gratitude at the fact that the other parts of my body were covered by the long gown with full sleeves that I had put on making it impossible to see the rest of my wounds.
I had no words, my gaze went awkwardly to where his hands gripped and a flicker of realization flashed in his eyes.
His fingers gently loosened unhanding me and I stepped back a bit giving him distance.
"I am so
