"I'll be more gentle My Lord." Rama said with a low voice, but his grip on her wrist was still tight, not letting go for a second or more before he finally let go for her hand to drop and she continued scrubbing but with a gentler touch.
She subconsciously rubbed her burning wrist. Every single thing about him was embedded with darkness and viciousness, there was not a bit of gentleness in his action nor a flicker of warmth.
"I bet you gave Roshan a gentler bath." Draco said nonchalantly as he ran his fingers through his strands of silky wet hair.
Rama abruptly stopped scrubbing as he mentioned Roshan's name. Her jaws clenched hard and she forcibly swallowed the burning rage that threatened to erupt from her being.
She pressed her quivering lips shut to prevent the foul words from spilling out and she closed and opened her eyes to gain her composure.
