Dark Shadows Ch. 7
"There are glasses on the top shelf," he said.She had to stand on tiptoe to reach but he made no move to help her. Not that she expected him to.
Even when the glass fell and shattered on the floor he remained motionless, watching her. She bent to pick-up the pieces and a particularly large shard caught her eye. Mesmerized, she picked it up and stood staring at it. She increased her grip on it until it cut into her palm. The blood begant to drip from her fist.
Riddick quickly crossed the room to her. She backed-up, tripped over a chair and fell. He was angry. Silently he wrestled the shard from her grip. He pulled her up by her arm and dragged her into another room where he left her.
It took Li a few minutes to recover from the daze she'd been in. When she finally did she took a look around. She was in a bedroom. Pretty much the only thing in it was a bed. So she lay down, but she couldn't sleep. Images filled her mind. Images of blood, and Riddick's anger.
As he cleaned-up the broken glass he tried to figure her out. It made him angry when people took for granted something that others had to fight for. Kyra would never have been so weak. But Kyra was dead.
Sometimes he forgot. He'd have to remind himself that she was dead and that he was the reason for her death.