Sebastian gripped her arm hard and hissed, "Don't you dare… run off again, Izabelle!"
He said those words through gritted teeth. Threat and rage flashed harshly across his eyes. But Elle did not even flinch nor feel even a little fear.
Because now that his mask was gone, she could clearly see that he looked like someone who had just emerged from the darkest depths of hell itself. His face was wet with sweat and she felt as though he was using his rage and displeasure to hide something else that he did not ever want her to see.
"I… I won't." she reassured him in a gentle soothing tone. "Unless of course, if you push me away from you again."
His throat worked. "Me? Who the f**k is pushing you away?" he narrowed his eyes at her as he growled his question out. Elle could see that he was suddenly agitated and unhappy that she had said that.
