Graeme sat in a chair next to his bed, running his hands through his hair. It felt too long. He hadn't cut it or shaved since the Marius episode, which had now been three weeks. He groaned into his hands.
Once again he was running through it all in his mind—what he could have done differently when Marius showed up that day. He should have been right next to her when the bastard walked in the room. He should have positioned himself between them, and things never would have escalated like they did.
Or rather than reacting to Marius touching her, Graeme should have waited until Lucas was taking her away. But August's apparent gift of sight or touch or whatever it was threw him off. She looked traumatized mere moments after Marius touched her face.
