Ulterior Motives

Desmond's grip on Cecelia's arm suddenly tightened.

Cecelia felt a sharp pain that forced a hiss through her teeth, cold sweat instantly beading on her forehead. "Desmond, you're hurting me!"

Desmond realized he'd lost control, noticing his hand was pressing on one of her injuries. He quickly let go.

Cecelia seized that chance to back away from him.

"Whether it's Harrison or Silas, none of that co