“If you utter a word of this to anyone, then…” “I won’t,” she interrupted him, stepping closer, even if he had forbidden her to. He didn’t protest as she walked to his side. She took a hold of his hand and tried to look him in the eye, but he dodged her gaze. “I know that what I saw was private. And I’m sorry – about the things I saw. Those were horrible things, and no one should…” He pulled his hand from hers and sneered at her, effectively shutting her up with his gaze alone. He didn’t appreciate her emphatic gaze on him, and as he looked into her eyes, he fiercely said: “By tomorrow you better no longer feel sorry about this. If I see one ounce of weakness in your eyes, or if you remind me in any way of what happened here tonight, then I shall not be forgiving.”
- from chapter 7 of “Breathe” - the amazing art was done by @clara-gemm​ - thank you so much, my dear!
