POV Ophelia
Mason moved faster through the house, and I did my best not to fall as I clung to his shirt. Everything around me was a blur. “M-Mason!” I pressed again, hoping he would finally hear me. After another three minutes of silence, he came to a stop and placed me down on the floor. He stared at my face before moving down to my arms, torso and finally my legs. “P-Please talk t-to m-me. Y-You’re m-m-making me nervous.”
Rubbing his face, he sighed heavily. “Sorry. I didn't know what to say initially. All I saw was red. I thought he hurt you.”
I fiddled with the hem of my shirt and shook my head. “O-of course not. He m-may have h-held onto my ankle a l-little tighter than ex-expected but I d-don't feel a-any pain a-anywhere.”
He fell in a heap on a chair behind him that I didn't eve
