Ivonne's POV
Seconds past and morphed into a minute as I sat still, my whole body paralyzed from what I had just witnessed. My eyes remained glued to his hand as the blood continued to flow out, my throat going dry as my heartbeat quickened.
He released his hold on the now destroyed glass tumbler, causing the clustered shards to fall to the floor and table with a clinking noise that was able to shake me out of whatever state I was in.
"Shit Tobias," I gasped spurring into action as I immediately leaned over the table toward his bleeding hand. "Why did you—"
"Sit, down," he growled in a commanding voice, one so filled with power that it could never be disobeyed.
My body reacted earlier than my mind as I propped back in my seat while my brain still tried to process the scene I was witnessing and his words.
"If I heard correctly," he started and I could see a spot in his jaw ticking as his vision remained on his hand, not bothering to look at me. "He called you a whore and said something about me killing you?"
The mere possibility of that happening caused my heart to drop to my stomach and my knees begin to shake at the picture it portrayed hence the possibility was high if Tobias found out I couldn't bear children.
"Answer me Ivonne," he compelled, voice cold enough to freeze a volcano which was about to erupt.
"Yes," I whimpered in a low tone, my shoulders slouching. "He said all those and more."
If I got scared when he shattered the glass, I jumped out my skin when he slammed a fist on the table, the plates and utensils rattling from the force, it was a miracle the furniture didn't split into two and collapse.
Now I understood why he wasn't staring at me because the moment he angled his head in my path and fixed his gaze on me I felt like disappearing into the ground.
His eyes were no longer their usual blue, rather a stormy grey that had flashes in the deep irises. I didn't need anyone to explain to me it was his wolf and all I could see was the ruthless being I had been warned about.
Bile rose to my throat as a sob threatened to break out, fear washing over me. It was already clear to me without staring at a mirror that all the color had drained from my face and I had to gain control of my emotions before I ran out of there.
In the seconds he gaped at me, I spotted worry cloud his eyes which made my fear melt away into concern as I observed the struggle in his eyes as he strived to calm down.
Moments later his nose which flared with angry breaths returned to normal as he inhaled a deep puff of oxygen and exhaled, his eyes shutting as he unclenched his fists, the lids covering his irises squeezing in a slight sign of pain as he stretched his fingers.
The blood had stopped flowing and instead clothed around the pieces of glass still hanging from the inside of his palm. We werewolves healed easily, however the harmful pieces needed to be removed and the wounded area cleaned to ensure a smooth and healthy healing process.
"Wait," I rushed to say as he made a move to pluck out a piece of glass.
Thankfully he obeyed and gaped at me with a questioning expression. I quickly got up from my chair and pushed it backward. "I'll be back in a few seconds."
Whirling around, I dashed to the kitchen, not waiting to hear any response he wanted to give. Rushing past the door and into the ash walled room, my vision scanned the perimeter.
From the fridge which stood on my right beside the door, to the shiny long counter that took half of the kitchen walls. Lora and I had made sure to clean it after we were done, leaving it sparkling as it was.
My brown eyes drifted upwards to the cupboards hanging above the counter before spiralling down to the cooker, the dish washer, the plates rack, the pans and pots hanging upside down from their designated hooks all in search of one thing.
"Where did we keep—" the question on the bridge of my tongue wasn't completed as my gaze halted on the towel rack I was seeking out. It sat on the left side of me atop the counter, just beside another door which certainly led to the backyard, a place I hadn't explored yet.
While I cooked I found my attention being drawn to the door as the urge to unlock it was strong as it was right then.
'There's a man out there in need of your damn attention,' a tiny voice in my head hissed and for some seconds I thought it was my wolf after which I scraped out the idea in a sad smile as it was certainly my subconscious speaking to me.
'Snap out if it.'
Snapping back to reality as it had commanded, I hurried towards the stacks of towels and dragged out a clean one which wasn't wet and trudged to the plate rack where I had placed a bowl we had used after washing it.
I retrieved it and put it in the sink beside the dishwasher and turned on the faucet, filling the blue plastic object halfway with water. I switched off the tap and dipped the towel inside the bowl.
I proceeded to lift it out of the sink, carrying it carefully to prevent it from spilling water on the floor as I made my way back to the dining area where I had left Tobias.
"Sorry I got confused for a moment in my panic," I murmured an apology which I thought was necessary as his blue eyes shifted from whatever they were gawking at to me as I approached him.
"It's okay," he murmured, his voice coming off as if he was still trying to get rid of the rage that took over him minutes ago. "What's that?"
"You mean this?" I implored, placing the bowl with the towel on my vacant seat which was already pushed out earlier when I ran to the kitchen. "It's to help clean your wound."
"No need," he beamed and strived to squeeze his palm, nonetheless his expression turned to a frown as he did so. "I'm healing already."
"You are but in the wrong way," I argued and lowered myself in a squat, such that I was level with his waist. I wiggled my palm in his face with a small smile as I said, "Give me your hand."
He obeyed me without any resistance, however I observed a flash of a dark but precious color appear in his blue eyes. It was too swift to disappear that I couldn't make sense of what it was or the message it held.
The instant his palm rested on mine, I felt the tingling sensation that came each time any part of his body or skin touched mine. He was not my mate and my wolf was barely existing inside of me so none of those 2 factors could justify why there was this sensation every time.
"Ivonne?" He called my name in a quiet and gentle tone, one that had never been used on me for as long as I could remember, and just for those few moments I let the sound wash over me.
"Hmmm?" I managed to respond as I picked up the wet towel and squeezed, hoping my hair which had fallen over my face would shield my cheeks from his sight.
"I would never hurt you."