He brought his arm to his face and mercilessly clawed at it using his nails. An apparent scrape appeared, making blood beads appear from the small cuts. "You see this? If I didn't have this, you could have died! You want me to just sit in a corner and wish for someone to destroy them for me? They wouldn't even move if I didn't ask them!"
Blood began dripping down Rowan's arm, but Duke's eyes were stuck to the intense and resentful glare Rowan had in his. Under a similar gaze, he would have acted and subdued the aggressor, but this was Rowan. His Rowan. He couldn't help but panic instead.
Then, Rowan slammed his bloodied hands on the bed again, making Duke flinch discreetly. Rowan screamed at his face some more. "Tell me again why I should feel bad for standing up! You want to protect me? Then don't fucking die! But that's impossible…
