Once they were out of the dining hall, Xaden kept on dragging Jasmine along.
It was nighttime, and the hallway of the castle lit dimly, giving off a beautiful silhouette.
It was mainly illuminated by the moonlight.
He pulled her along, and she managed to keep up with him.
"My lord, please." She begged him, but he still dragged along, not caring what she said.
Then he heard her small voice say: "My Lord, forgive me, but you're hurting me."
He stopped short, let her go, and saw that his claws had gone so deep in her arm that they bled.
She rubbed her arm.
He seemed surprised that he had actually done that, and then he looked like a young boy who had not intentionally caused trouble.
As if he were sorry.
"It's okay." She whispered softly with a weak smile.
He had not apologised, had he?
He had never apologised in his entire life.
He blinked at her. "Why did you say that?"