Cecilia’s POV
“No no no no,” Warren kept murmuring, his eyes barely focusing.
He was pacing back and forth in the room; the chains had been completely torn from his arms and lay scattered on the ground in a pile. He kept running his fingers through his hair and tugging at the ends like he was in agony.
He wouldn’t look at me, but I knew he was upset over what happened.
“Stupid, stupid,” he kept repeating.
“Warren… I’m okay. Please stop,” I told him, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. “You need to calm down.”
“Hurt hurt… hurt her,” he said, his voice coming out strained.
“Warren… please,” I said, trying to get through to him. “Let Leopold take control again. It’ll be okay.”
He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged at the ends again before he practically collaps
