~Niklaus~
I downed the whiskey and slammed the bottle on the counter. I couldn’t even fathom the idea that she was scared of me. How could I have held her so tightly that her skin turned pink? What if it left marks behind? I was going to have to look at those marks and remember that I was the one who scarred her skin. How could I look at myself in the mirror knowing that I did that to my own mate?
“f**k”
I grabbed the bottle and threw it on the wall opposite me. It hit the wall with a resounding sound and cracked, spreading glass everywhere. I tugged at the roots of my hair wishing that I could wipe out the look on her face when I finally came to my senses.
“What the hell is wrong with me?”
That damn flashback was the cause of the issue. If I didn’t have a flash of my past so real th
