He doubled back when he saw me laying half across the kitchen island in a pool of my blood. Murder set his eyes ablaze as he stalked forward. My senses went on a rampage, urging me to flee the dangerous man approaching. I wanted to run from the menace tightening his shoulders but I stayed still, too weak to move as he approached with anger blazing in his golden eyes.
He stopped before me, assessing my appearance and for a second, through my rapidly swelling eyes, I watched his frame shudder. When he gathered me into his arms, I put up no resistance. I could not. I could do nothing but lay breathless and bloodied, itching to touch my face but scared of what I would feel. Terrified of the pain.
Then he touched me.
His hands grazed my cheek softly and I cried out, trying to pull away f
