Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"Cherilyn, listen to me." His growl broke through the silence again, while his voice was tinged with frustration as his temper began to flare again. It was clear he was not used to people ignoring him.
I stayed still for a moment, unwilling to respond. Honestly, I did not know how to handle this version of the Don. The calm, almost apologetic side of him was so different from the harsh, unrelenting man I had grown used to. His attempts to explain himself, though failing miserably, were something entirely new to me.
Reluctantly, I slowly pushed myself up to sit on the bed, my tear-streaked face was then in full view. His scowl softened the moment he saw me, the hardened lines of his face relaxing ever so slightly.
“Was that an apology?” I asked in a fla
