The first sign was a flicker of pain, a familiar brand on your skin that mirrored his rage. You knew without looking that his eyes had landed on Lord Valerius's hand on your arm. He didn’t utter a single word to the lord. He didn't need to. The sharp crack of bone, the sudden gasp of pain, was his only commentary. He took your arm, his touch a possessive cage, and led you away from the shocked onlookers. You are not a trinket to be pawed at... he growled under his breath
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