He glanced down at her— Then everything stilled with an awful precipitousness. His jaw flexed. His knuckles turned white. He was furious. Beyond furious. His face was a lesson in rage. The quiet, all-consuming sort. It was at its worst when he was this quiet. As Khalid stared down at her body, she realized why. The bruises. The burn. “Khalid—” “Who did this to you?” His voice was soft. Deathly soft.
