Malachi stiffened as his hands reached behind her back. She flinched a little when he accidentally touched one of her scars and then he pushed himself up. A stern expression hardened his face and he just grabbed her, pulling her up with him he turned her around as if she was a doll.
He was not completely himself she realized but she tried to remain calm. Removing her hair from her back, she felt him become still. She had seen what the scars looked like. It was not a pretty sight and she had seen ugly. After all, she cut herself many times.
Malachi was silent for a moment, then he released a harsh breath. She trembled, feeling his anger even when she couldn't see his face. With a low menacing growl, that sent shivers all the way into her soul, he released her.
