"Is it not enough for you to abandon me like I mean nothing to you? Really, must you rub salt in my wound?"
Vinn stared wide eyed at him, startled. She was breathing hard for everything had happened so fast
One minute, she had been on the other side of Zalreth's back, safely tabling her suggestion. But in a mere second, Xander's hands were scorching the place where he gripped her arm, and his eyes were melting her soul.
What was he saying? Vinn couldn't hear him. Or maybe she could hear him but just lacked the ability to actually understand and process her thoughts. Either way, she knew she needed to escape from him lest the floodgates of emotions which she had locked tightly for a long time would open.
She struggled to regain control of her arm, but his grip on it remained like steel. When it came to strength after all, she was no match for him.