Lorraine Lebedev
"My mother died in my arms."
Raphaël did not react whatsoever which made me happy because I did not want his sympathy, I just wanted his help.
"When?" he asked, his attention focused on me. "On my birthday." I uttered.
His eyes softened as he looked into my eyes. His eyes spoke to me as if he understood what I'm feeling.
"You want my help to find the person who was behind your mothers death?" He trailed off.
I pressed my lips together tugging on the bed sheets. Replying with a nod. "Are you ready?" he asked.
I did not know what he meant by his question but personally I knew I was ready and I wanted blood.
Raphaël caught me by surprise when he pulled me onto his lap. I pushed my brows together. "You are still wounded. I will hurt you." I said.
He stroked my right c
