[Whatever ease he'd begun to have left at those words, and Robert's hand lashed out. He grabbed the wrist of Elizabeth's other hand. Held it far too tightly.
He realized too late she might well scream.]
No.
[He breathed hard, made himself let go of her hand, and his eyes reflected what he couldn't hide: terror.]
no subject
He realized too late she might well scream.]
No.
[He breathed hard, made himself let go of her hand, and his eyes reflected what he couldn't hide: terror.]
No. No, I'm fine.
Please.