He slowly takes my hand in his to lift it in the air, his fingers running slowly on the hurt skin afterward. I close my eyes even if it doesn’t hurt a bit—it’s because I despise his touch. It’s soft and careful when it shouldn’t even exist in the first place. “I promise—” My eyes snap open. “Don’t promise me anything, Kai Graves.” He lets go of my hand but doesn’t listen. “I promise he’s never going to hurt you again.”
