Tristan couldn't stand seeing the bruises on Serene's face. The swollen reddish marks distorted her delicate features, and the longer he looked at her, the tighter he clenched his fists, his rage growing by the second.
The utter indignation he was feeling must have been very evident as well; as he looked Serene in the eye, the look on her face melted into one of concern and slight fear.
"Tristan…" She began to say in an attempt to reassure him.
"No!" Tristan roared. "I won't let anyone hurt you! You are coming with me now!"
For some reason, Serene's soft voice and dejected expression only angered him even more. His frustration was not directed at her, but rather the individuals responsible for her pain
