Chapter 16: Wet
"My uncle, his wife, Gorden and the head servant." Abby said, anger flashing through her eyes remembering all that she had gone through.
"Tell me about your uncle. How was your life staying with them?"
A snort escaped her, a sound far from the delicate comportment expected of a lady. Yet, in that moment, she discarded such concerns and answered candidly,
"I don’t know how I’m related to those people. They’re pure evil! I have been treated like a princess all of my life and suddenly—-everything had changed. They treated me like a servant—-no-no they treated the servants even better."
Abby stretched out her hand to him, "See? My auntie burnt me with coffee because it tasted awful. Was it my fault she had an awful taste bud?"
Remo grabbed her hand, his eyes darkening as he looked at the scar against her pale skin.
As Remo’s fingers delicately traced the scar on Abby’s skin, a mixture of emotions flickered in his eyes. Concern, protectiveness, and a hint of anger mingled in his gaze as he studied the mark left behind. Abby watched him, her heart unexpectedly fluttering at his touch, her thoughts momentarily diverted from the pain of the memory.
His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers seeming to linger just a fraction longer than necessary. Abby’s breath caught, her skin tingling in response to his attention.
"You’ve been through a lot," Remo murmured, his voice a low rumble, his gaze never leaving the scar.