12. He Was Not That Kind

Elisha’s POV

He was fast…strong and wildly capable of doing something that was impossible for humans like me.

Even though I had been gazing at the wall the entire time, I could only see Arman's face—his grin and the crimson glint that appeared in his eyes whenever he became enraged. I had convinced myself that I was merely hallucinating, but I saw his red eyes again today.

As he struggled to keep the car from careening off the edge of the cliff, his eyes flared a bright crimson, and in an effort to keep me safe, he held both my head and the door of the car and embraced my body so nothing happened to me. When I opened my eyes, I found him covered in blood with cuts on his arms, legs, and other body parts. My first fear was that he would lose his arms, but his body quickly returned to its previous state, and he carried on as if nothing had happened.

"Mrs. Ashford...." I thought no one was calling my name because I was deep in thought, but I heard a woman call my name for the third