He recognized her panic instantly. The defensiveness, the way she couldn't seem to catch her breath, the sparks that flew from her wand—it all made his chest constrict, because this was what he was most worried about: her not being okay. He knew this wasn't something they'd be able to most past easily, but she was only making it harder. Raphael was raised with the understanding that sometimes you had to do bad things to stay ahead in the world, and while he'd never gone so far as murder, he wasn't in any position to go moralistic on her. What was done was done, intent or causation be damned.
"Rowan," he said gently, taking a tentative step towards her. "Drop the wand before you hurt yourself." Or me, he thought, but knew better than to voice that aloud. He took another step in her direction. "He wasn't innocent after leaving those marks on you. No good man would hurt a woman like that." He continued to step closer to her, closing the distance with each sentence he spoke. Finally he was just a few feet with her, close enough to brush the tips of his fingers against her arm if he stretched his arm out.
"Come here," he said again, his brows creased with concern.
"Rowan," he said gently, taking a tentative step towards her. "Drop the wand before you hurt yourself." Or me, he thought, but knew better than to voice that aloud. He took another step in her direction. "He wasn't innocent after leaving those marks on you. No good man would hurt a woman like that." He continued to step closer to her, closing the distance with each sentence he spoke. Finally he was just a few feet with her, close enough to brush the tips of his fingers against her arm if he stretched his arm out.
"Come here," he said again, his brows creased with concern.
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