Verena 

I walked outside of the station, not minding the heads that turned to take a look at the bruises on my face, the silent whispers that followed as I swept my eyes around until my gaze fell on him. 

Good!

His body went taut, his eyes bleeding with a thousand emotions before dark fury crossed them. I had to make this more believable so I offered him a weak smile, taking a step forward, feigning a stumble when he caught me before I could fall. 

His fingers clamped around my arm, as he touched the crusted blood softly while I faked a wince, turned my head slightly—so he could...