H A R D I N ' S P. O. V
"What have you done?" Arabella breathed out the moment she stepped foot into our room.
She was breathtakingly beautiful as usual. Her body was poised to perfection, she presented herself gracefully with her hands splayed on her hips, and her cheeks were flushed a subtle red, marking her prominent anger.
I didn't flinch as she stormed towards me, I didn't cry out as her half collided with my cheek, marking me with her harsh palm. My head cracked to the side, pain blistered down my face and slowly I turned back to face her.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the utter torture I felt under the guise stare. Her pained, guilty stare that pierced my soul, reaching the inner tendrils of my buried heart.
A tear rolled down her cheek, falling to the floor
