Amelie
“What are you doing!” I hissed through my teeth as his fingers tightened around my wrist, no doubt he’d leave a mark. Once again as I hear known the moment my eyes had met his across the fountain, he was angry. “Raphael!” I tried again, barely keeping up with his pace.
“Not a word, Amelie.” He growled, taking long strides through the garden.
I swallowed at the way his face was set in hard lines and how murderous he looked. But, really!! “People will stare at us, free my hand and I’ll be perfectly fine walking by your side.”
He stopped then so suddenly, I almost smacked face first into the side of his arm. And he glared at me with those furious blue eyes. “No. I’m not leaving your hand, you have a tendency to wander around.”
I could feel my own temper……
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