Betrayed by Blood ~
Cain stormed into the room, still gripping Avery's wrist tightly. It wasn't until the door slammed shut behind them that he finally stopped. Turning around, his gaze flickered towards the hand wrapped around her wrist. A muscle in his jaw ticked before he abruptly released her, as if the contact burned him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he exhaled sharply.
Avery took a step back, her heart pounding against her ribs. She rubbed her wrist absently, the ghost of his grip still lingering on her skin. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she pondered what to do next. After the scene that had just unfolded in the grand hall, she was incredibly nervous. Glancing at Cain, who walked towards the alcohol cabinet in the room and poured himself a drink, she swallowed hard, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
