"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Caspian's loud voice cut through the tension in the air, and as soon as he saw me, he rushed towards me and swept me into his arms. His hand cradled my head, but I winced as his fingers brushed against my tender scalp. It still stung from Bridget's harsh pull, and he noticed. It only made him angrier. "Who the fuck did this to you?" He demanded as his fingers gently traced the scratch marks on my neck and the red handprint on my cheek.

He took in my tear-stained ...