"I beg you, Draven," Sarah's eyes were huge with fear as he took a step towards her. On his face was a concern that nagged at her, an innocence he hardly showed. All she wanted at that moment was to wrap her hands around him, for the longing they had both missed. However, this was what she had feared in their relationship.
Her blood dripped down, staining an ink on her lemon cloth. Every blade that cut through her skin, taking her blood out, made her feel weak. She could barely open her eyes, but she must warn him not to come close. "I will hurt you."
Draven's jaw was set, his teeth pressed. "Who has done this?" he demanded, his dark eyes icily cold. His voice almost jarred her, but she knew well of his anger. Someone had hurt her, and he wasn't going to stay back, even though it would hurt him.
