Zander couldn't stop thinking about what those men would have done to Aurora had he not intervened. Thinking about how they would have defiled her inflamed him the more. None of them wanted to end the embrace yet, she was still sobbing as he held her.
Zander was certain that this was the first time Aurora had experienced this kind of assault because she had lived in isolation. The reason he hadn't torn those men apart was simply because he just needed to hold his alkarite, to ally her fears... and his.
When her sobbing finally subsided, Zander broke the embrace. He brushed some stray hairs that came over her face, revealing the red mark on her right cheek. It was evidently clear that it was a slap mark.
"Which one of them did this? Him?" He asked, gesturing to the leader who was still groaning with pain.
Aurora nodded. Now Zander was very certain that he would definitely kill the man.
"How...how did you know..." Aurora asked.
