For the first time since she had known him, Soleia felt true fear breed in her chest as she turned and looked at the man whom she called her husband and a dear friend. He, the man who she trusted her life with, was the very same who injected such trepidation into her heart that Soleia's hands unwillingly trembled as she tumbled back onto the bed.
Rafael had pulled her back in so easily, his tendril of blood working like an extension of his arm. As soon as she was in the room, it let go of her, moving to close the door without him even needing to take a single step. Soleia even heard the click of the lock, amidst the thundering of her heart.
The look in his eyes was so foreign as well, and for all she said just now, it wasn't until now that she felt she perhaps had never truly known Rafael at all― Ralph Byrone never wore such an expression, while Rafael Biroumand used it as his skin.