Harrison’s POV
The crystal paperweight hit me harder than I expected.
Not enough to knock me backward.
Not enough to make me lose balance.
But enough.
The sharp corner struck the side of my forehead with a brutal crack before falling to the marble floor and rolling beneath the console table.
For a second, everything went silent.
Then I felt it.
Warmth.
Slowly sliding down the side of my face.
Blood.
A servant gasped somewhere behind me.
“Sir!”
I barely reacted.
My eyes stayed fixed upstairs.
On the bedroom door Raina had just slammed shut hard enough to shake the hallway frames.
The sting in my forehead felt distant compared to the look she’d given me seconds earlier.
That look.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Not even disappointment.
Something worse.
Detachment.
Like she ha
