Delphinia stormed into the house, her face twisted in frustration as she slammed the door behind her. The anger bubbling in her chest hadn't subsided, but now, disgust crept in, making her skin crawl. She couldn't stop staring at her wrist—Kai's grip had been too tight, and an angry bruise was beginning to form.
"Bastard," she muttered under her breath, walking straight to the kitchen. She yanked open the freezer, the cold air rushing over her face as she rummaged inside until her fingers found the familiar shape of an ice pack. She pulled it out, wrapped it in a thin towel, and pressed it against her wrist with a sharp inhale.
Delphinia leaned against the kitchen counter, the cold of the ice pack against her wrist offering some relief, though not enough to fully erase the anger still roiling inside her. She stared at her wrist, noticing how the bruise was already starting to form, a deep purple hue beginning to spread across the delicate skin where Kai had grabbed her earlier.
