DIMITRI CASTELLO
My brows furrowed and the corners of my eyes had begun to darken.
Just one glance at her sent the blood rushing in my bones boiling. She was a f*****g mess and I couldn't think straight.
Just the red marks around her chin, neck, and Jesus, the f*****g bruise on her lips made something within me snap. And I felt the anger that crept up beneath my skin. It was slow but searing.
“Who hit you?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I withdrew my hand from her face. My voice was low and dark, sending a trembling shiver down her spine.
Her body stilled suddenly, and I knew it wasn't because of the f*****g rain. She was scared. She had no idea just what I was capable of but at least she had an inkling.
“No one,” She answered with a trembling voice. Maybe I'd believe he
