He hadn't even considered this possibility; it hadn't crossed his mind.
The thought of anyone else touching Lissy Lock enraged him, even making the mere possibility seemed to start a fire in his heart.
John Fame swung around, his eyes ablaze, fixating on Skye Turner. The crimson fury in his eyes intensified as he tightly grasped her hand, the grip growing tighter and tighter.
Skye was in pain, she cried out, "Ah...John, you're hurting me..."
"Does it hurt?" He heard her words, but didn't immediately let go, instead, his grip grew even tighter, his knuckles whitening.
Skye gave a slight nod, "It hurts...John, let go, my hand is going to break."
His eyebrows arched, and then suddenly, he let go, Skye's hand fell abruptly.
She was dumbfounded, staring blankly at him, not knowing what to say.
"This pain, it's not even a tenth of what I had endure because of you, Skye, don't be so stubborn."
Skye just stared back at him.
