Shivering from the cold rain seeping deep into her bones, and from the pain throbbing in her exhausted body and broken finger, Belle bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. As she watched him approaching, she parted her lips and said, "You don't want to hurt me."
"Eat you..." he growled deep in his throat, his lips almost seemed like they were pulled up into a smirk at the side.
Belle could hear the approaching rogues, and she knew if she didn't make him stop, make him see who she truly was, it would only be a matter of minutes before the others arrived and swarmed her alone.
She stopped moving backward, her heart thundering as she looked deep into his unfamiliar eyes, desperate to reach whatever was left of the man she loved.
"It's me, Rohan," she said, her voice trembling with urgency and aching hope. "Your wife… your Isa… and your little—"
