His eyes grew darker, black almost and something ominous swirled inside of them.
"Who did that to you?" He asked slowly, with a calculated and soft voice but there was a noticeable edge to it. One that said not to lie or defy him right now.
"No one, I walked intro a door," I said an shrugged a shoulder.
"I'm clumsy,"
"Gabirella," he said and leaned closer.
"Who hit you?" His voice sent shivers down my spine, it was low and dark. My eyes flickered to his lips for a mere second before I looked back up into his eyes. Why did he even care?
"Who would hit me?" I asked and looked at him, awaiting to see if he had a clue of what I had endured for all my life.
He let me go, just like he was pulling himself away.
"I came to apologize," he what?
"I shouldn't have gone behind your back like that with your parents, I'm sorry."
"Why did you?" I asked him. He shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly and placed his hands in his pockets.