"Look at me," His voices drawls. It isn't normal, it doesn't sound it. It sounds like a hiss, a growl. It's not normal at all. His finger slips under her chin, tilting her head up - she's forced to look at him, "Cariño, look at me."

He isn't asking. He's demanding.

"No, don't look at him, why are you looking at him? He isn't going to help you."