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He has hurt her, he can still see the marks of his fingers on her delicate neck. He stalked her and watched her like a creep when she stripped but he didn't regret it one bit, what he regretted was hurting her yesterday.

He shouldn't have raised his hand on her and now she won't think of him as anything different from these bastards.

He was glad she hadn't seen his golden eyes or his changes when Blade was taking over because then she would've been running for hills. She was already scared of him, he cannot let her know what he was, not now, not ever.

"Let's go home." He said softly while she just stared at his hands as if they were loaded weapons.

She kept quiet, moving more back, if possible she would get inside the wall.

Blade growled at him to yank her out, threw her on his shoulder, and took her home but that was not what he wanted, for Lord knows what reason. He freaking wanted her to trust him and in some twisted sadistic way, he wanted to prove that he wasn't like those me