Watching Kai collapse to the ground shouldn’t affect me. It shouldn’t bother me in the slightest. But then why do I have this gut-wrenching, heaving, gnawing feeling in my stomach as I watch her ailing body fall and then bounce against my hardwood floor?
I should have moved faster; then maybe I would have caught her and prevented the forceful impact of her body. But I was too focused on the bruise on her wrist. The blues and purples drew me into her pale skin, but I couldn’t tell if it was fractured, sprained, or just a bruise. The desire to hunt down Jarod, the man who dared to hurt her flooded through me, while simultaneously wanting to tie her down and f**k her, giving her more wounds and scars from the ropes I would use to tie her up.
Fuck, there is something wrong with me.
“Kai?
