Ivonne's POV
Seconds past and morphed into a minute as I sat still, my whole body paralyzed from what I had just witnessed. My eyes remained glued to his hand as the blood continued to flow out, my throat going dry as my heartbeat quickened.
He released his hold on the now destroyed glass tumbler, causing the clustered shards to fall to the floor and table with a clinking noise that was able to shake me out of whatever state I was in.
"Shit Tobias," I gasped spurring into action as I immediately leaned over the table toward his bleeding hand. "Why did you—"
"Sit, down," he growled in a commanding voice, one so filled with power that it could never be disobeyed.
My body reacted earlier than my mind as I propped back in my seat while my brain still tried to process the scene I was witnessing and his words.