Elara
I swallowed as I stared into his eyes. They pierced back at me like glass shards, sending tingles down my entire body. They looked dangerous.
They say eyes were like a mirror to a person's soul. What I saw in his eyes was pure unbridled rage. He looked like he wanted to murder someone.
"I—I was clumsy... it's nothing," I tried to pull away from him—from his tight grip on my chin and from his other fingers digging into my burned wrists— but he pulled me closer.
"I f*****g asked you a question, little mouse, and I expect a f*****g real answer!" He hissed, short bursts of breaths leaving his nose as the fire in his eyes seemed to flare brighter. "Tell me who touched you." He demanded.
I couldn’t help the soft sob that left my lips as he gripped my chin. "You're hurting me," I cri
