I knocked on the door gently.“Go away, Sylas,” Sawyer called through the door.So, she knew I was here at least. Without bothering to knock again, I opened the door. Sawyer was sitting on the floor in front of the tall mirror in her room. Dabbing at her face with a cloth.“No,” I told her calmly, letting her know I had no intention of leaving.I crossed the room, sitting down on the floor next to her. Sawyer tried to turn away, but I pulled her between my legs. Caging her in place. With two fingers, I hooked her chin. Gently pulling her face toward me.I pushed down the spike of anger. I’d seen that Cassandra had broken the skin back at the penthouse. It looked worse now that it was starting to bruise around the edges of the cut.“She’s never hit me before. It’s really not that bad,” Sawyer forced out. “It was just those stupid nails she has.”“She still never should have hit you, Sawyer,” I said, gently putting the ice against the bruise.“I know,” she argued with a grimace. “And I’
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