Norman's POV
I rushed in on seeing Lorraine point the dagger. I thought she was about killing herself and snatched it from her hand.
"Lorraine what happened?" I urged her gently.
It wasn't even as if she saw me, she just continued crying and looking blankly at me.
"Lorraine," I shook her harshly. "Where did you get this? Why did you want to kill yourself?"
She kept mute and continued sobbing her heart out.
Seeing my mate like this broke my heart and I couldn't help but hug her and try to comfort her. I wasn't even thinking about the improper position at the moment, I was more focused on comforting Lorraine.
She stopped crying after a while and extricated herself from me. I felt disappointed for a moment as I lost her soft body but I remembered my rightful place and glared at her instead.
"What are you trying to do Lorraine?" I asked her harshly.
