Leah
I was still fuming when the door opened.
My wrists ached from pulling at the enchanted cuffs, my pride stung from being tricked, and my lips still tingled traitorously from that damn kiss. I'd spent the last thirty minutes alternating between rage and something else I refused to name, something warm and confusing that made my chest ache.
When Darien stepped into the room, I was ready to unleash every bit of fury I'd been storing up.
But then I saw the wounds.
Deep scratches carved across his forearms, his shirt torn in places, revealing more cuts along his ribs. Blood stained the fabric, dark and wet, and I saw the way he moved, careful and measured, like every step hurt.
My heart clenched painfully, and I didn't understand why. I shouldn't care. He'd chained me up, left me help
