VAELDRIC'S POV
"Lysara!"
I caught her wrist just before the shard of glass could cut any deeper. Too late. A thin crimson line had already split her skin open. Blood dripped onto the marble floor, one drop after another.
Damn it. I knew she was reckless, but this was going too far. I tore the broken shard from her hand and hurled it across the room. It slammed into the wall with a sharp crack.
"Let me go!"
She struggled with all her strength. "Let me go!"
"Lysara. Enough."
"I said let me go!"
She pounded her fists against my chest again and again, nearly losing her balance. The servants, who had been peeking through the doorway, finally gathered the courage to step inside.
"Get the car ready."
I pressed my handkerchief against the cut on her wrist, but she fought me again.
"I do
