The front door of the mansion slammed shut as you collapsed to the foyer floor, nightgown tattered and wet from the rain. You kept your head turned away, eyes glued to the floor as my heavy footsteps walked towards you.

The way I tilted your chin up was surprisingly gentle despite the fact that you had just tried to run away—forcing me to chase you.

“What happened to you?” I growled softly, thumbing at your cheekbone. “I’ve been nothin’ but nice to you, angel.”