The headache was horrible and it took a whole week to quiet down.
Valeric stood, staring down at her.
His chest tightened until he could barely draw in a breath.
"Hit you?" He'd never felt so cold blooded before that he felt like everything around him was vanishing into thin air. What was he supposed to do with her now? Every time he reached out to touch her, she drew away from him as if he had hit her.
Why would he? He would never take a single hair out of her hair, so why would she ask him to hit her? What the fuck was going on? His eyes darkened a fraction and he snatched her by the chin, forcing her gaze on him.
"Who was it?"
She blinked fearfully. "W-what?"
"Who was it that hit you? Who used to hit you? Tell me."
"N-no one. It's nothing, just-"