Perhaps the slap had killed something inside her, and that something had made her so numb she did not even cry.
The hand that had once caressed her cheeks and wiped away her tears whenever she went to him after carrying the heavy burden of not being loved as equally as her sister—the hand that had held her in a gentlemanly way against his chest and whispered to her that everything would be fine once he married her and got her away from the Dawson household, even though she always told him then that it wasn’t her family’s fault—had hit her now.
When you thought you knew someone so well you could swear to anyone that the person was this certain kind, only for that person to be different, it made one realize you had loved an image you only wanted to believe in and not the real person. One could not suddenly change unless you had that personality in you all along.
The words he had spoken to her and the way he had dragged her on the ground without stopping, even as she bruised and bled—that could never be done by someone who loved you. His actions hurt her more than his words had. It broke something inside, shattered her to the point it was so intense and overwhelming it had transitioned to numbness.
Her throat burned with emotions, but her eyes were dry and stinging, and she stared at her bleeding knees, too in disbelief to even move.
She only sat there in a shock-rendered state, unaware of her surroundings, until she heard a loud clash.
The clash was enough to snap Belle out of her lost, paralyzed state.
She looked up at where Jamie had been standing only a moment ago, but instead of finding him standing there, he was held up in midair by one hand, and his legs were flinging and hitting the wagon side.
Belle’s stinging eyes cleared, and when she saw who was holding Jamie by the neck, strangling the life out of him, her heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, she felt something ease away from her heart and made her come alive again. He was here. Her stomach fluttered like a thousand butterflies were flying around, and a warmth so familiar spread to her cold body.
Rohan...
She almost wanted to cry in joy at the sight of him and the fact that he had come to find her.
But then he looked... angry. So angry, angrier than she had ever seen, that the moon highlighted it. His features were hard and throbbing with veins, his jaw clenched, and his fangs in plain sight. It sent a shiver down her spine, dousing the joyous leap in her heart at his presence.
He wasn’t even looking at her, and then she realized something—
He was punching and bashing Jamie’s face with his other hand like he wanted to kill him.
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Ever since Rohan had been released from the asylum, he had managed to rein in his temper by some sheer stroke of luck.
He did not let himself lose that control that had been forced upon him by the brutal ways of the asylum treatment. But today, there was no power in this world that could control or force him to keep it in check.
His wife had been taken. Kuhn had informed him while also saying that he had followed and seen the direction the person who took her went. They were traveling toward the border.
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