His eyes grew darker, black almost and something ominous swirled inside of them.
”Who did that to you?” He asked slowly, with a calculated and soft voice but there was a noticeable edge to it. One that said not to lie or defy him right now.
”No one, I walked intro a door,” I said an shrugged a shoulder.
”I’m clumsy,”
”Gabirella,” he said and leaned closer.
”Who hit you?” His voice sent shivers down my spine, it was low and dark. My eyes flickered to his lips for a mere second before I looked back up into his eyes. Why did he even care?
”Who would hit me?” I asked and looked at him, awaiting to see if he had a clue of what I had endured for all my life.
He let me go, just like he was pulling himself away.
”I came to apologize,” he what?
”I shouldn't have gone
