Leilani.
For a moment, all I felt was shock, an intense kind of shock that rushed through my veins like water down a stream.
Like this, his breath still fanned my face, and heavens, I could swear that the smell of cigar on his breath intensified with each time he breathed against my skin.
I couldn't help the frown that creased my forehead nor could I stop the tears that burned at the corners of my eyes. When the pain he was inflicting on my upper arm became too unbearable, I flinched and drew back my arm, causing the small spots where his fingers had once dug into to spread into a large gash due to the force.
I cried out.
"Get away from me!" I screeched, but it was unintentional.
Goddess, even you all know that I would never ever yell something like that in Jarek's face if the situation was not so dire.
