Daisy lowered her head, looking at the shadow enveloping her, and slightly tightened her grip on the stone, the veins on the back of her hand standing out.
For some reason, everything around seemed to quiet down, even Jasper stopped crying, leaving only the small thug who kept rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.
It was hard to describe how it felt to see this man again—
Like a sky that had just cleared being overcast once more, the intense pressure made it hard to breathe.
The sound of footsteps rustling through the grass reached her—it was him coming over, standing in front of her. Daisy pressed her lips together, watching him bend down and extend his long, beautiful hand to take the stone clenched in her palm, tossing it aside on the ground not far away.
Then her shoulder sank—it was him taking off his coat and draping it over her disheveled shoulders.
Too fast—
Her mind, which had quieted down, was filled with just one thought.
—It came too fast.
