Our gaze stayed locked for what felt like an eternity (probably three seconds, but whatever, who was counting), before Donald's pulling on my arm drew me back.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice low, demanding answers.
He pocketed both hands, shoulders relaxing slightly. “After meeting you this morning, I had to come back. That's when I saw the men pulling you and the rest.”
Oh. So he was here only for business.
Of course, that was the only thing Dale Beldson could ever think about.
I huffed.
“Mummy, I want to sleep.” Donald muttered drowsily.
Dale stared from me to him, then back to my arm, where his eyes caught the mark caused by the guy's grip. “If you don't want to go to the hospital, I have an ointment in my car, use that.”
He didn't wait for my reply, before walking past m
