Somehow, the outburst and outrage in Harlow's heart, thinking she was enchanted to see things that were not there, immediately quieted down by the sights of Raphael holding her tightly in his arms. He buried his face on her shoulder, looking so miserable.
"Sorry…? For what?"
This felt crazier than ever. Raphael was truly a confusing being with many names, a mysterious past, a secretive attitude, surrounded by demons and basking in magic.
Harlow knew there was something off about this man that she didn't feel comfortable accepting his hand in marriage.
"Raphael…" Harlow tried to push the man away, but he wouldn't budge.
For the first time, Harlow thought she finally saw him in an emotional state and she was confused as hell. She didn't know what was going on.
She pushed again, but he was too strong and his embrace became tighter as she tried to free herself. It almost felt like the man was worried if he let her go, he would lose her forever.
