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Silas was seething when I dragged him inside his cabin. His eyes were dark, they were dangerous, burning with fire that was enough to kill someone just by glaring at them.

"I am fine, Silas. Can you please calm down?" I asked him, my voice was soft, trembling slightly, and his eyes shifted on me.

"You are not fine. You are still trembling. I will kill him for touching you. How dare he touch you?" His voice was dangerously low, resonating in the depth of my heart, and for once someone's anger was not scaring me.

For once someone's anger was not directed at me. For once, someone was angry because I was hurt, and not because they thought I was worthless.

For years I had endured abuse, for years Ethan and my father had abused me. I had always seen them angry, unhappy with me. And the brunt of their anger had always left me scarred. The marks on my body were the result of their anger.

But his anger.... it was different. It didn't made me feel scared of him. His anger made me feel prot