"...stop it. Don’t kill him. Please. Don’t..." she said, tears streaking down her face.
Rohan’s roaring head immediately cleared, and he turned to hold her, but she turned away from him and went down on her knees close to the human.
With trembling hands, she checked his breathing. She sucked in a sharp breath and cried out, "He’s... he’s not breathing. He’s not breathing..." She looked up at him with fear and anguish, more tears streaking down her bruised face.
Rohan stood in place without moving. He couldn’t believe how she could cry for someone who had been forcing her to leave and had also hit her. Unable to watch her cry for the loser on the ground, he bent and wrapped his fingers gently around her upper arm and then said, "He has a heartbeat. He’s knocked out. He’s not dead."
She quickly pulled her arm away from him and leaned her head down to the unconscious human to check for his heartbeat. When she heard the faint beating, she sighed in relief and fell back to sit on the ground.
Then she pulled her knees up and buried her head between them, her shoulders shaking, but she made no crying sounds and only remained like that, rocking herself back and forth.
"How could he? I loved him truly, I did. How could he say all that? How could he hit me? How could he..." she kept murmuring, her voice muffled and small, but his sharp hearing made him hear everything.
The clouds hovered over the moon, momentarily blocking its rays and then cleared. The wind blew in her direction, and she seemed to shiver slightly but did not move to stand up, and kept murmuring words that Rohan belatedly realized could be due to the drugs he could sense in her blood.
The bastard had drugged her, and it began to make his blood rise in fury again, but he reined it in and crouched on his heels beside her.
"Sweetheart?" he called softly and gently. "He’s not worth your tears. Let’s go home." He reached his hand and held her shoulders, but as if in pain, she cringed away from his hold and looked up at him. She wasn’t crying, he realized, though her eyes looked hooded and heavy, like she was trying—forcing—to see through them.
"I am not crying for this bastard! I am grieving for the man I knew before. Jamie is dead to me now. He is... he gave me drugs and forced and dragged me on the ground. He’s a bastard, but I don’t want him to die. He has family who depends on him at home..." She blinked in a way like she was trying to clear her eyes and then shook her head forcefully.
"My head is spinning and throbbing," she groaned, then dropped it back on her knees, rocking herself back and forth again. "My stomach feels less painful when I rock like this... Let me do that for a while and then we will leave... We will go back to our home. I will be your wife forever. Only yours... only yours."
She wasn’t herself, Rohan could tell. However, her words gave him immense pleasure.
She had been his many years ago when he first set his eyes on her doe-like, adorable hazel eyes. He recalled how those eyes had looked into his in curiosity—how, instead of running after gaining consciousness after what had happened that day, she had reached out and touched his trembling hands, asking with a small voice,
’Are you sick...?’
’Come home with me. Mama and Papa will call a doctor to look after you. I have a big beautiful room, I can let you stay there until you get well. What is your name?’
Only a human kid would be foolish enough to ask that of someone who had almost killed them, he had thought. But then she had been smarter than he gave her credit for, and the moment she realized what he was and what had happened that day, she had run away from him—away from the cave where he had been camping with her.
The memories were so vivid. Her fear of him and how she had run away...
It was so disturbing Rohan had had to do what he did to her to make her forget all of it. He recalled his promise to the little girl when she walked away after he compelled her.
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