"Dorian... it hurts."
In the quiet space, only the rustling of leaves and the calls of morning birds could be heard. Rosalind's voice cut through it all, breaking whatever thoughts had consumed him.
Only then did Dorian turn to look at her. When he noticed the slight furrow in her brows, he finally realized what had just happened.
In an instant, he released her hand. She instinctively pulled her wrist back, now marked with red from his grip. It was the first time he had ever hurt her.
He stared at her for a moment, then at the pale wrist he had held too tightly. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and gently took her hand again, massaging it softly.
"It was my fault... I'm sorry, Rosi."
She remained silent, watching him.
It was the first time she had seen him lose control like that. The first time she thought that if Dorian had stayed a moment longer, he might truly have killed that man, Fabio, without a second thought.
