Indeed, Henry stared at her for a good two minutes before releasing her.
Mia's hand reached for her chin, and she stiffened when she touched something warm and wet with the tips of her fingers.
As she pulled back, Mia was not even surprised when she saw that her fingertips were tainted red with blood. Ever since Henry lost his memories, he simply no longer cared if his actions hurt her. He treated her like a doll that held no emotions or senses.
Like she couldn't perceive or feel pain.
"I hope for your own good that you are telling the truth, Mia," Henry warned her in a low, vibrating voice. "If you dare to lie to me again, I swear that will be the last thing you will ever do."
After he finished throwing those words, he turned around on his feet and stormed away as if staying with her disgusted him. Maybe it did.
