Casper.

A dry cough tore at Raphael's chest.

My hands darted towards Lilith's figure, holding her in place when she almost tripped from her seat as Raphael applied the brakes suddenly.

The effect jerked us backward, making us hit our heads on the headrest.

“Awww.” I heard Lilith's soft cry. She tilted her head, rubbing the spot that hit the headrest hard while shutting her eyes to endure the pain.

Anger rose in my chest at Raphael's behavior.

She was already in pain today. Why does he have to cause her more pain?

The urge to have my arms around her shoulder and caress the spot that throb filled me,...