DRYSTAN'S POV
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She acted sober when I snatched her up. I didn't mean to hurt her, but the anger got the best of me. She didn't say she was hurt, but I know my own strength, and with the deadly grip I held her with, I'm sure it will leave bruises. When I came back to the room, it seemed like she was asleep, but she wasn't. I only noticed when I cuddled into her, and her breathing was as uneven as a picket fence. Now she's fast asleep, and I have moved to the chair, just waiting for her to wake up. The sun has already set, but the evening is still young.
I watch her, her eyebrows knitting together, frown lines forming in between her eyebrows, and her nose scrunching up. She looks all so innocent, and she is. My thumb drags up and down my jaw as guilt wraps around my chest, pulling me un
