At the sound of her shuddered breath, Donovan couldn't continue to keep his distance from her any longer, and his gaze immediately shifted to her, and the sight of her haggard bruised self nearly made him come undone, he grit his teeth tightly to control himself from firing another shot at his whimpering uncle.
He crossed the room immediately, concern and anguish tugging at his heart as he knelt down to her height, ignoring the mad ramblings of his uncle. The room seemed to blur around them, the tension in the room lingering in the air like a poison, but all that mattered to Donovan was the woman before him.
"Princess.." he whispered hoarsely, his voice a mixture of tenderness and urgency. His hands, strong and protective, gently cradled her bruised face, his eyes scanning her features a
